Today we intended to hit the road but I
woke up feeling too illl to ride, so I slept most of the day, George
updated the website.
I figured that there was only so much
machismo I could take so I got the guy working on reception at the
hostel to order a doctor. After a brief chat the boy was taken to the
clinic where tests showed that he had salmonella of the worst kind.
He was immediately put on a drip and told that he would be in until
the following afternoon. Nothing else for it, I hit the rats to blow
the foam off a cold one. The usual suspects were there and after a
few brews we hit the town. Some interesting dancing ensued. What is
it with Canadian birds and grinding eh, what's it all aboot? Must be
the effect the Dutch have on them. That or just pining after “Spandex
I was released from hospital at 6pm,
then went and met up with George and a load of other bikers at the
Norton Rats, Early night again though as I'm still feeling rough.
We had arranged to meet up with a
couple of Americans riding KLRs at 8am sharp heading for La Paz this
morning. Inevitably the boy was rough as a bears arse all last night
so I had to politely decline the offer. Once he managed to down his
meds things picked up and we hit the road around 11am. We made pretty
good progress, with the bikes complaining less about the half tank of
90 diluting the weasel piss 84 rot gut they normally receive.
We stopped for the night around 20
miles from the Bolivian border. Looks like it will be a cold one
tonight, the stars are out.