Our departure from Tziscao was thwarted yesterday by another day of rain and a relapse of GI problems for me. I’m not even sure I can call it a relapse after eight days. I thought it was just going to be another 24 hour thing. But after making midnight runs to the bathroom and symptoms continuing this morning I decide to send Scott on a combi ride to fetch me some Cipro. We’re headed further into the jungle and I’d rather not take any chances of this getting worse.
He returns with a prescription box for Cipro, but neglected to inspect the contents. Inside, 4 of the 12 Cipro pills are missing and 9 Carbafen muscle relaxant pills have been thrown in as a bonus. A muscle relaxant is about the last thing I need right now. I’d probably poop my pants.
It’s still raining today. It’s cold and miserable. We all decide this place has bad juju and we need to push on to new places. I take a Cipro, some Imodium, pick up a new roll of toilet paper and hope for the best.
Heather and I do a few fist pumps in celebration as we pass through the entrance of Tziscao. After a week, we’ve finally escaped. Our celebrations are short-lived though, as we soon realize Scott is not behind us. We circle round, back through the entrance to find him with his tools out making repairs in the pouring rain.
His brakes have rusted closed, clamped on his wheel. NOOOO!!!
Fortunately, we’re still carrying the bearing grease Barney gave us in Texas. We will not be held back another day. After a minor delay we all ride out of Tziscao, on our way to Las Nubes.