After an easy cross to the Syrian side, I start making my way south. But the dizziness from the fumes of petrol from the past night soon grows into headache and general weakness. No appetite; no energy. I finally, after some thirty kilometers, have to hitchhike my way south to main city Latakia. It’s just another twenty or so kilometers away. There, I’m fortunate to have Hospitalityclub host Radwan waiting for me – although I don’t have time to say much more than hi before I vomit on the street outside. I will rest here for another night or two (already four nights as I write this), before I continue south. The cause of my problems turned out to be bacteria or something else affecting the stomach, according to the hospital. So for the first time of this trip (but certainly not the last), I get some pills.