Last night we did not find a place to camp until after sunset to dark. We were over 7000 feet in elevation (~2100 m), high enough to be among the clouds, which meant a constant, drenching mist. What appeared to be a logging trail was not ideal, but we were out of options.
Neither one of us cared much. Though wet and cold, those sensations were at the back of our minds as we set up camp, happily anticipating the dinner we picked up about an hour beforehand — a fire roasted chicken, rice and vegetables, tortillas and salsa. It was a deluxe dinner that never could be prepared with our one pot and stove. The dinner went a long way towards warming our bellies and spirits. It made us forget about our bad luck, during the campsite search, that included ripping the bottom of a rain cover for a pannier, losing a rear-view mirror and a set of sunglasses (both recovered but the sunglasses were broken).
And that was the end of sugar and spice and everything nice for the next forty-eight hours.
The scorpion found in a bag after waking today should have been recognized as an ill omen (in addition to the lost/broken items).
A big white pickup rambled by, but did not stop, continuing down the road farther to an area we did not explore. A few minutes later a boy walked by, stopped to gawk at our tent and continued on. This was followed by a young man who asked about us and what we were doing there. We related the story of the late night.
He asked if anybody bothered us during the night, because many people walk on the road and they were dangerous. He assured us he was not, but the people in the area were dangerous. We thanked him for the warning and told him we were leaving shortly. Not long after, an older man showed up with a similar line of questioning and warnings. We explained to him that we looked for a house or someone to talk to but could find neither. He told us that the houses were further down the road and we could have stayed with him.
I’m not sure if we were unwelcome, or the two people we talked to were worried something would happen to us and they would be stuck with a mess, or if it was a case of a common theme of “other people” being bad, or some combination of all of the situations. Regardless, we were out on the road moments later.
We did not get far before we had to make an emergency stop. We both had diarrhea. While not pleasant, the condition was not as critical as the fact we both share one roll of toilet paper.
Sarah’s health continued to deteriorate as the day went on. We made it to the store in Comitan where we agreed to meet Heather. Sarah was too weak to do much of anything other than sit down, so I went inside to do the shopping while we waited.
When I returned, Sarah was wrapped in a blanket asleep. She had vomited.
It was early afternoon and Heather had not shown up yet so we started to look for hotels, hopefully with a toilet seat. Sarah was sick again before we finally found a place and checked in. Sarah promptly passed out.
We had an email from Heather. She was on one bus but her bike was on a later arrival. She showed up at the hotel later in the afternoon. We agreed to meet the following evening at a national park.
The arrangement was a bit premature as I started a long night of either facing or sitting on the toilet, after having watched Sarah go through the same only hours before.