Taiwan - Day 14

Our last day in Taipei and we still didn't feel very well. Although the kids seemed better and their appetite had improved, they were hardly back to their full strength. We were advised to do a follow up with the doctor so we went back to the clinic in the afternoon.

Meanwhile, Papa took Sophie out for a walk while Alfee slept in the room. She was reluctant to leave the pram because she felt weak from the lack of food. Yet she wanted to go out for fresh air.

Back at the clinic, both kids were given clearance to take flight tomorrow. We were happy to hear that they were on the road to recovery and there was nothing else to worry about. In fact, they were even well enough to go to the Taipei Zoo, which Papa promised the kids. I was apprehensive but I guess the kids needed a break from the virus too.

We took the train there. It was alright, just a it crowded. I was super paranoid that the kids would vomit or have a bad case of diarrhoea on the way. Fortunately, they were just lethargic.

The rest were also at the zoo, but we only met Ah Gong and Ah Mah. Honestly, I found the zoo quite a disappointment. The animals were kept really far in so visitors had to walk upslope for a long time before any animals could be seen. Also, the number of animals within each enclosure was small... like one leopard, one bear and maybe two elephants. We didn't even manage to walk beyond the section closest tot he entrance. 

One thing I like about the Taiwanese spirit. They are quite civic minded and polite. In the train, they will give up seats very promptly to those in need. Even CK with Alfee in his arms was considered someone in need of a seat. Women, men and teenagers would not hoard seats at all. Something we, Singaporeans, need to learn. Nobody will look at mothers (or dads) with prams or kids with frustration here. Everyone tried to help when we seemed in trouble. 

Our family gathered and reunited after days of isolation. We thought it would be good have our last dinner in Taipei together. We found a nice Chinese restaurant but the kids were not hungry. Sophie was complaining about tiredness and tummy ache. I thought she was just grouchy since the doctor already said she was better. However, she puked again in the hotel room later in the evening.  

I broke down... finally after so many torturous days, I caved in and collapsed into a heap of misery and pessimism. Should we check if we could fly back immediately? Will the kids ever recover? Should we go A&E here? Just when I thought she was getting better, she started her spasm of vomiting again. How on Earth could we manage a flight back? Would we be stuck here with Noro Virus? It was pathetic... I was pathetic. We didn't sleep.