So in January I went off on a trip to Japan for 10 days. Flying out from Australia was fine and my first few days in Tokyo were enjoyable. It's when I left for Hokkaido that things took a turn.
Landed in Hakodate and woke up refreshed, stepped into the lobby ready for the day. Zipped up my jacket and wouldn't you know the zipper broke, like disintegrated. Mind you this is the first time I wore it. I decided to now coldly soldier on to the markets. Got there had a walk around then went to cross the road and slipped, landing onto my right arm in the process. I then crawled off the road and silently screamed in pain with confused onlookers. I cradled my arm and made my way into a close cafe. Cried for a bit but got an ambulance to the hospital. Luckily nothing was broken but I spent the rest of the day and the next morning icing my arm in the hotel (I also spent extra on a room with a private onsen which could not be used on account of my arm).
Sore arm aside I soldiers on to my next destination, Sapporo. Got off a stop early on the train and I only realized after the taxi ride went longer than I expected (what should have been a 7 minute ride became 45 minutes). Oh well, whats 6,500 yen anyway. I spent extra on this hotel and paid for a bunch of extras like unlimited mini fridge, drinks, breakfast and afternoon tea (I ended up not using any of these). Started the night off with drinks and then went out for pork ramen (it was ok but the pork was strange). Got back to the hotel and into bed, woke up a few hours later in a sweat nauseous as all hell. I ran to the bathroom with what could be the most violent diarrhea of my life follows by vomiting. This continued for the rest of the night (sometimes at the same time). The next day I lay in bed with shivers feeling like a dead leaf. All I could muster was collecting my pharmacy Uber eats order at the door. I did think about going to the hospital but couldn't bring myself to go twice in one trip for two different issues. A whole day of illness passed as I lay in the most expensive hotel I've ever stayed at not being able to use a single amenity. The next morning I dragged myself to breakfast for a slice of unflavored toast.
A few hours later I was still feeling horrible but I left to go back to Tokyo. On my last night in Japan I walked around thinking about everything that happened the last few days and all I had missed. I then trip over a block in front of a bunch of people with my stuff going everywhere and me falling to the ground. I was told to watch where I was going.
I'm back home with a brace on my arm but not undeterred on traveling again. I take this as character building lesson. Would be great to know that I'm not alone in travel stories that ended in disappointment.