So, it had to happen sometime.
The scene: Romantic lakes that can only be reached via a circuitous route including travelling via bus, van and a 1962 VW beattle up a dirt road. Remote, romantic lakes. So remote, in fact, that they lacked food. They also lacked water. What they did have, in large quantities, were hairy spiders slightly smaller than the palm of my hand.
And, of course, that´s when I got sick. Really, really sick without running water. Oy. By the next morning some of my illness had subsided so we hitched a ride to another town in a pickup truck where we got a room that featured a bed that was 2X4 slats spaced 5 inches apart with an inch of foam for a mattress. And, of course, that´s when Matt got sick too.
The next day, feeling better and optimistic, we took an eight hour van ride to Palenque where Matt came down with a fever of 103 degrees... That´s when we went to the doctor, who put us on a course of antibiotics and gave us some lovely coco flavored pedialite. I wonder if coconut flavored pedialite is specific to Latin America and the US features cherry and orange flavors?
On the bright side, in cabin number two, the woman who owned the cabins made me and her whole family soup since I was sick. It was very touching.
1 comment:
So very sorry to hear about you two getting so sick. Would not wish the "San Diego Shits" on my worst enemy under the best of conditions. Under the primitive conditions you described, your reality must have come very close to your worst nightmare; complete with huge horror-movie spiders.
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