It has been a rough twenty four hours. They took me to the doctor today when I woke up again with a fever and intense stomach pain. The diagnosis for now is e. coli, but I have to return tomorrow at 7am for more guinea pig poking and prodding.
Through all of this, we had to change hostels, because someone else had booked our room. Out of the frying pan, into the fire. Our current hostel is run by a Spanish speaking Norman Bates, has a moving ceiling, and doesn't provide toilet paper for its guests.
All of this moving around, and we still haven't fully unpacked. And we're still expected to work through whatever befalls us. Through the insomnia, bacterial infestations...
Really makes you ponder what you came here for.
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Technically we can leave whenever we want. Maybe we´ll have to play that card. Probably not though. We need to see the Colca Canyon and bulls fighting each other before we can call it quits.
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