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Daily Archives: March 28, 2010
Galapagos, Peru, Bolivia: No Sacred Cows–Dispatch 7
Our trip has taken some interesting twists and turns and believe me, I’m not talking about roads here. We’ve been surprised that our experience is not, at a gut level, what we expected it to be. Actually, this notion of gut issues brings up an interesting memory.
Take, for instance, the first week of our trip, which seems of another era. Those first few days I was what you could call a toilet addict. This phenomenon was no different from any addiction. I needed frequent fixes and if I didnt know when or where I could next get to a toilet I got sweaty and nervous. I´ll leave the rest of the details to you. Then it occurred to me that for three years I’d been carrying the same packet of pale green pills in my first aid kit and never used them. Why not try one now? After that, my needs plummeted to zero, which is an equally alarming situation. Again, I´ll leave the details to you. After a few days of this, I wasn´t so desperate that I needed a curandero, but a serious talk with the village pharmacist seemed in order. She fixed me up with a miracle liquid. And ever since, there´s been no sign of the addiction returning. What a relief.