Forget Montezuma’s Revenge. I think I contracted the trifecta of the flu, food poisoning and Montezuma’s Shock and Awe. Like a tissue irritated nose during a cold, my hind quarters were raw from hourly emergency dashes to the bathroom. If I was flexible enough to take a look, I’m sure my posterior looks like the swollen, multi-colored rear-end of a female baboon in heat.
For the first time in several days, I managed to gingerly sit in a chair without whinging in pain.
The sickness took its toll on my body. A combination of fast weight loss and dehydration left my skin hanging loose. In addition to weight, I lost time. I remember arriving and eating in Tziscao, then for forty-eight hours, I existed in a haze of sleep punctuated by sphincter puckering bolts from the tent, through the rain, to the bathroom.
Sarah was impatient to move on. We discussed the alternative of arranging a ride of some sort for me to the next city and waiting for Sarah and Heather to arrive about a week later.
On the day of departure, I was feeling better but not fully recovered. I was still a bit weak but did not like the idea of separating with no practical form of communication for an extended period of time (we don’t have a phone and heading into the remote jungle regions of Chiapas, we doubted internet access would be available).
I mustered the strength, gritted my teeth and tolerated sitting on the bicycle saddle again. I was determined to leave the cosmic vortex of bad juju centered on Tziscao.
Unfortunately, Tziscao was tenacious and did not want to let go. I discovered that my rear brake had become stuck and was rubbing the rear wheel. The bicycle sitting idle in the rain resulted in rust immobilizing the brake. Of course it was raining, making the roadside repair more difficult. A bit of cursing, disassembling and lubing the cantilever brakes, got us moving again.
After a wet, humid and buggy day on the road we arrived in Las Nubes. A park with some brilliant water falls and overlooks.
It was good to be back in the land of the living, on the road and experiencing the jungle.