The story of the hike really starts a few days prior to the actual hike. There was nothing special about these days, except I was sick. It wasn’t a consistent sickness, it came and went, got worst, got better. I would feel ok for long periods of time. I never thought it was that bad. I thought I was getting better. However, the day before the hike, I got very sick, very quick. I had a fever, nausea, stomach aches, diarrhea, the works, I couldn’t eat or drink. The thought of food put me on the verge of vomiting. I dragged myself to James and Julie’s where James managed to find me some drugs to take. In La Paz this consists of self diagnosis via the internet then buying the pills that the website recommends from
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