It got me.

Today is my last day in Samoa, my last day in the Southern Hemisphere, my last day before flying home.

I've been so careful about not drinking the water: no ice cubes (but so tempted), no water...the only mistake I've made was a bit of a salad I had for lunch three days ago. And whatever it is, whatever is lurking ominously in the water has got me. Somehow.

Instead of going on my day-tour around the eastern side of the island (Upolu) , I've got stomach cramps and the whole shebang. I've cancelled my tour (goodbye beautiful waterfalls, rainforest-covered mountains, ocean grottos and stunning beaches) and booked an extra day so I can limp around the inn feeling like death on a too-warm day.

If I feel slightly more alive I'm going to venture into the city again, perhaps if I have a sudden amazing recovery I will even walk to the Marine Reserve five minutes away and have a swim.

My pathetic palagi insides got done in.