Celia - So it seems that I will be the one updating tonight as I am the only one capable of crawling out of bed. What on earth?! you may ask, well here goes..
The trip this past weekend started out innocuously enough. We were to take a ten hour bus ride to the beautiful white colonial city of Sucre (old capital of Bolivia) and return Monday morning in time for our normal albeit slightly sleep-deprived day on rotations. The trip there was fairly uneventful, with a few jarring twists and turns up our mountainous way to the city. If we chose to look, there was a very treacherous drop from the seemingly tiny dirt road which our bus traveled on. But soon sleep prevailed and we slept until we were dropped off at the bus station in Sucre. We rode into town and ate breakfast at a bustling mercado which sold everything from several types of pan (bread) to chicken and spices, noodles and fruit to breakfast pre-made for those on the go (like ourselves). After breakfast and some meandering about the city square (somnambuling for some of us), we were finally coaxed into a fairly relentless taxi driver's car for a guaranteed trip to (and back) the famed dinosaur tracks. We were dropped off at a rock quarry with 'do not enter' signs. Awesome. Decidedly a perfect place to stash our bodies, but after climbing the nondescript hill we find ourselves at the dinosaur museum. The guide gave us a short geology and archeology lesson on dinosaurs before we were taken to the edge of the museum to view dinosaur tracks a fourth a mile away on a cliff.
Dinner was at a nice 'international' restaurant overlooking the city. I ate my first vegetarian meal there (how I crave those veggies now). We then hung out with a few new acquaintances around town before heading to bed in time to wake up for our trip to the Quechuan town of Tarabuco.
Tarabuco was bustling with shops lining the street with Quechuan wares (alpaca scarves, hats, tapestries, etc). We shopped and gawked as tourists do, walked along Tarabuco's residential areas, avoided a stampede of goats and sheep, and ate lunch at this beautiful outdoor restaurant before bus-ing (word?!) back to Sucre. We decided to walk up the winding up-hill (both ways) road to the bus station. Andy at this point had terrible back pain but he trucked on til we stopped for dinner at possibly the worst service oriented restaurant we've ever been to before finally climbing into the bus for a hopeful night's rest before work. Was that really too much to ask for? The ride back was possibly the WORST night of our lives. While the bus ride up seemed shaky, we soon realized WE were the ones being thrown about on the way down. Poor Andy was beside himself in pain while the rest of us buried ourselves into our seats. I began getting motion-sickness. Andy tried standing; lying on his stomach, on Josh, on the floor to get some comfort for his back. All of us were clutching our stomachs as their contents were extraneously churned. We began making random stops as well.. stops to pick up more people on an already full capacity ride. By the night's end, we had picked an entire band (instruments and all) and a few others on the way to Cochabamba.
Upon arrival to Cochabamba, we threw ourselves into bed for blissful two hours before Jen and I braved our way into rotations. Andy remained home sick with back pain and now GI issues. Dinner of silpancho and I was still feeling pretty good until midnight when I was seized with terrible stomach pain and threw up (both ways). Andy and I spent the next day (Tuesday) fitfully sleeping and running to the bathroom. Dr. Montano heard of our condition and asked that we come in that evening. He took one look at me and had me hooked up to an IV plus an overnight stay at the hospital. I woke up feeling pretty good. The doctors say I have an infection, probably from something we ate. We still haven't pinpointed the origin. Went home in a taxi with Eva and found Jen in bed and Andy still sick. We decided to take the day and the evening off so here I am now with the longest update ever and two sick companeros.
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ReplyDeleteSounds like yall are finally experiencing Bolivia. One thing is for sure, that bathroom in the apartment is no stranger to gastroenteritis. Feel better soon and don't hesitate to go back to Dr. Montano/the hospital if you stay persistently sick. Thinking about all of you! Keep in touch with updates about how you're feeling.
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