You’d think on a climbing voyage that the risks might be serious: rock fall, electrical storms, dangerous missteps. But me? I’ve been done in by watermelon.
Food poisoning. La tourista. What could taste so fine but be so wrong? Been up all night not knowing which end to point near the toilet and there’s no room for us tonight in the youth hostel and have to move on.
I’m okay, but I have cramps that hurt quite a bit. My partner is sweet and will load the car (a difficult act seeing all that we have with us). For the moment, I’m so dehydrated that I can’t stand up. He’ll drive us on to our next destination and hopefully my intestinal flora will start to find its equilibrium soon.
Sigh. Having Foro with me helps.
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 
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