(22 December, 2010, lying in hammock, lakeside cabanas, Sauce, outside Tarapoto, Peru) Someone was bound to get sick. I had one night, only a few hours, when a sudden urgling burgling feeling in the belly left me with the digestion of a new born infant once or twice, but it was nothing like the fevers fought during 20 minute intervals between bathroom visits, or the three or four sleepless nights and largely useless days suffered by two of my fellow travellers. Read the rest of this entry »
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