11hrs and some puke later, I arrive in San Cristobal as sick as a dog. Vomiting all over myself half way through the longest bus ride I've taken yet was only the beginning. Not much fun trying to stop yourself from puking for 6hrs whilst still covered in the 1st lot of puke, but I managed. Had to catch up with myself for an hour before I could cross the road from the bus station to the nearest hotel, where I lay all day and puked some more. The next day was similar, I don't know if it's a good thing that I enjoyed the meal so much that did this to me. Even in my deepest darkest illest moments (they were to come), I still had to say, 'damn that was a tasty meal', perhaps
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