What's going on?

Carolyn, Patrick, and I planned our first excursion outside of Bangladesh since we arrived for February 8th. The night before I was to go to Dhaka I awoke and vomited all over my bed. (I rarely throw up so I wasn't smart enough to know that I should find a better location.) I went to my guest room and fell back asleep. Then I awoke a few hours later and this time I realized I was going to throw up. I headed to the bathroom, but when I turned on the lightswitch nothing happened. This is common at my house as the power is off most of the time. I wasn't able to reach the toilet in the dark, but my bathroom's concrete floor is better than my bed. The next morning I didn't feel so well, and I didn't know if I should continue with my travel plans. Ethel said I should at least come to Dhaka as I shouldn't be in the village alone if I was sick. I got on my motorcycle and found a bus to Dhaka. This bus was a good one, but it managed to break down on the way to Dhaka. Fortunately I was not sick on the bus mainly because I avoided food and drink. In Dhaka I got some excellent antibiotics from Ethel, and boarded a bus for Kolkata. I slept through the fourteen hour ride bus ride and was oblivious to our ferry ride. The next morning I felt completely better even as we went through the circus at the border crossing. A few hours later we arrived in Kolkata.