Monday, and a heavy blow was dealt to our touring party as the tour director woke up and was clearly not feeling well. There is no need for a raft of detail here but suffice to say several trips to the bathroom were needed and there was an early return to bed. All of us remarked that she looked as white as a sheet and all of us felt that bed was the best place for her.
It is amazing how the illness of such an important person affects the mood of the rest of the group and it would be fair to say that the mood was one of despondency. We all remarked that it was very quiet without the tour director about.
I kept checking up on her but she was sleeping most of the time and that was that. I managed to read a book whilst she was sleeping, or rather I managed to finish a book and start another one.
There was growing concern I the camp, but all of us felt that Rosemarie was doing the right thing by staying in bed.
The ramifications began to grow as on Tuesday we were due to travel to meet an old friend. I tried to find a phone number to cancel that but we had no number. Andy tried looking for a phone number on a directory site but to no avail. As a result I had to email her to say that we needed to cancel. In the email I put our number and about an hour later Heather rang us. We managed to rearrange for Thursday which was good.
Illness on your travels is never great and Rosemarie is not one to take to her bed lightly. The day passed slowly and although Andy and I made a few trips out, to the rubbish tip and the fish shop there was very little else we could do. Sally and Andy were great and were very understanding. However, there were signs of improvement by the late evening although Rosemarie did stay in bed.