This time I have a much better excuse for my recent radio silence: I've been in bed, sleeping 18 hours a day and attempting to cough up a lung during the other 6. The 'cold' I acquired in the states seems to have transmogrified into something much more nasty during the 8 hours breathing recirculated air on the plane.
It turns out, even being sick is different in another country. First, I had to learn that 37 degrees is 'normal' temperature and thus my 38.3 temp was a fairly serious fever. But the good news arrives under the moniker 'Paracetamol': it's an over-the-counter pain and fever relief medication, but it's some serious stuff. After two of them my 38.3 temp dropped down to 36.3; even better, I no longer longed for my life to end.