Mt Malindang
In this 3-day trek we passed by a tomato plantation. Ripe
tomatoes clang to little stalks while others fell rotting on the ground. I
took some and munch on them as we continued walking. They were fresh and sweet
and crunchy and I have eaten a dozen already when I felt nauseated. My sweat
was cold and I was salivating. My stomach suddenly had a mind of its own and within
minutes I was uncontrollably throwing up, hunched as the guys sat on rocks
laughing at this tomato-glutton! I hated tomatoes ever since….
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