When Darrin would travel overseas for work, he and his fellow coworkers liked to sample all the exotic foods. They had a running joke:
“You may die if you eat that…”. One person would say!
And another would answer, “No, you will just wish you had!”
Well, so far, we have avoided corrupt cops, roving armed bandits, a mugging from a group of school kids, and cartel shootouts. We think what finally did us in was a simple glass of street orange juice! The past few days were spent, with our new friend, Michelle (now to be known as Iron Belly because she didn’t get sick!) exploring the town, the markets, museums, and street foods.
Dried crickets, mangoes, rice milk, various tacos, and orange juice. The last 2 days had us trying to rest in the Wee Rover while enduring sweaty chills, freezing shakes, muscle aches, cramps, massive headaches, and the ever present woosh!
Our teeth actually ached!
We pounded electrolyte drinks, took copious amounts of Imodium, and squatted over our pequeño baño, the little blue bucket purchased just for this occasion.
So, the next time someone offers you a fresh glass of OJ…remember…You may die if you drink that…no, you will just wish you had!
Tidbit: Turns out our stomach aches and pains were caused by a good old fashion Danish hex. Our friend and fellow camper Katja wanted us to stay in San Cristóbal until they were ready to leave, she got her wish to the day. I am going to be much more careful around her in the future!
