Belgium gave me a cold.

I haven't had a full-blown cold in years. Usually, I can fight off anything I feel coming in a day or two. I also don't usually get sick when I travel. I didn't get sick when I went to the Middle East, I didn't get sick when I went to Morocco (I'm talking illness, dear family), and I didn't get sick during 2 summers in a teeny town in former soviet Georgia (hangovers don't count.) But Belgium? I go to Belgium and I end up wishing for death. I hate being sick. J'ai mal.

I still managed to photograph over 70 chimps so far this week. I am a shapesnatching machine.