When I tell people in the United States that I’ve had malaria, they usually gasp loudly. Or they cuss. It depends on the crowd. At any rate, they are always shocked, and they want to know the entire story. It’s not like having the flu, where no one really wants to know the details…people literally hang on my every word. Small crowds gather. Sometimes people I don’t even know will come up to me later and ask in hushed tones if I am okay.
So I thought I would tell the story. It’s a good one. It’s probably better in person, but I will leave it up to you to imagine the dramatic gestures and pauses for effect.
Here it is, on the Frugal Travel Guy site:
Hope you like it.