The decision to come to Trindade occurred by chance. We did not actively choose the location and arrived after a comedy of errors, as we believed we were staying in the town of Paraty, situated just under an hour to our East. During a pitstop at Paraty bus station, Mike began to feel unwell. Whilst propped up at a urinal, we heard Mike enter through the door behind us. His shout of ¨Sorry boys!¨was interrupted by bouts of uncontollable, explosive and orange vomit which he skilfully directed into a small, nearby wastebin. As we left the toilet, his sporadic retching could still be heard from the street. Having emptied his stomach and refuelled with two litres of water, we proceeded to Trindade, where he would spend the rest of the night in a state of hibernation.
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