Ramadan Taketh, Rivo Giveth Back

You really gotta love the pharmaceutical industry in the developing world. Where else can you find, and trust, ridiculously cheap drugs? Well, I hope you can trust them.

I still felt fairly feverish last night and my neck hurt rather badly, so I decided to go against my own contempt for pharmaceuticals and buy some pain killers. Pharmacies here are pretty much exactly the same as in India, except they’re a lot less sketchy. One would be inclined to trust drugs coming out of Egyptian chemists, but where’s the fun in that?

Unfortunately, the place I went was out of ibuprofen, so I had to settle on aspirin. For a whopping 10 cents I got 10 pills. Even I expected to pay more than that.

So, meet my good friend Rivo. The package looked pretty decent and had some English words on it describing what I was getting myself into. No liability warnings or anything like that, though.

I must say that Rivo did take good care of me. Two pills and I was down for the count. I slept rather peacefully and woke up feeling rested and a heck of a lot better.

Not so for my roommate, though. Apparently he had a night similar to mine the night before. I’ll have to get the detailed report later.