It starts before midnight. Scott is scrambling out of the tent for the first of many trips.
He thinks it was some dodgy cane juice. I think it was the maggot he found in his almuerzo.
Luckily we learned our lesson the first time and we’re now traveling with a well-stocked medicine kit. He immediately starts Cipro.
While he’s up all night with the trots, I’m laying in the cool mountain air in a whole body sweat. My body is working through something. For a couple of hours I’ve convinced myself I have Dengue Fever. We’ve passed a few signs warning of the Dengue. And I have like 100 mosquito bites.
I wake up feeling better, but Scott needs a hotel room.
On the way down a rough bit of road, we get separated from Leah when her derailleur breaks forcing her to hitch a ride to Chota. Fortuitously, the pick-up truck she flags down happens to be the “Bull Man”, the politician running for the Bull party in the next election. Nearly every building we pass has propaganda painted on the sides promoting one party or another. She gets a ride to Chota and a place to stay for the night.
It takes us nearly all day, but we make the 25 miles to Chota. We check-in to a hotel for two nights.