Sticking with the theme of people holding umbrellas, here is a photo I took at the Leda camp for unregistered Rohingya refugees in Teknaf, southern Bangladesh. More photos from Teknaf and from my travels around the country are on my FlickR account.

This is probably my favourite photo that I've taken during my time in Bangladesh. It's a picture of a farmer in Sirajganj. I was walking through some fields when I spotted him and decided to take his photo. He stopped dead and posed, holding a lamb and an umbrella, while a handful of sheep strolled by. Things like this don't happen very often.

After my bout of food poisoning here in Bangladesh, I thought I was good to go. I expected to recover and be done with sickness so that I could get on with my work. But it wasn’t to be.

I’d been feeling better for a few days, but then Sunday, August 15, happened. I woke up and I just hurt. Everything hurt. I was in serious pain and could barely move. Every time I stood up I blacked out. Then the fever hit me, and my goodness, I’d never had a fever like it.

It was unfortunate that I’d watched Terminator Salvation the night before because in my delirious state, I became convinced I was a robot. You know what it’s like when you have a fever — weird thoughts go through your mind. This took it to a whole new level.

Despite being a robot, I was still throwing up and of course had diarrhea and in general felt like I’d been hit by a train. Was this food poisoning again? Twice in two weeks? I really don’t know. I hadn’t been eating out, not that I can remember anyway.

This lasted a few days. I then had to go on a field trip, still feeling groggy, but recovering. On the trip, we stayed at what I considered to be quite a swanky hotel for Bangladesh. I hadn’t eaten for a few days so I ordered a club sandwich on room service. I was ready to eat.

I managed about three-quarters of the sandwich before my stomach started feeling odd again. I convinced myself that it was impossible to be poisoned by a sandwich and went to sleep. Needless to say, I woke up back at square one the next morning. The joy.

We returned to Dhaka and I got back into bed for a couple of days. At this point I made a vow to stick to a diet of Lay’s crisps and Coca-Cola. I went on another trip, first to Chitagong and then to Cox’s Bazar, where I crashed at an NGO house. I was feeling all right and had dinner at the house. They wouldn’t poison me, surely.

The next morning, I got out of bed and promptly threw up weird yellow gook. I was beginning to think there was nothing I could eat without getting sick.

Suffice to say, I am hungry and missing the food in Thailand.

A few more photos here if you're keen.

I woke up at about 4 am last night, feeling rather odd. My stomach was churning. I thought nothing of it until the inevitable happened and I had to run to my bathroom to violently throw up. This went on for about six hours and was most unpleasant. Exhausted, I made the decision to cancel my two meetings today and stay indoors.

It appears that I have food poisoning. I blame the weird pastries I bought from a local bakery. They tasted strange, but I was extremely hungry.

The sickness has died down now and I feel the bad stuff is out of my body, but I'm still a little fuzzy.