Hmmm where did we leave off. Let´s start with day two of our trip. It was an exciting day. We woke up at 7:30 am to catch a bus to Huaraz. It was a quick 8 hour bus ride...or at least for some of us. Mandy, Mike and Emily had a great trip. Kara on the other hand encountered a few problems. The night before leaving we were awoken at 3am to the sound of doors slamming and Kara projectile vomiting in the bathroom. She seemed to have recovered in the morning...key word being seemed. About 30 seconds after...wait...we almost forgot a puke session. On the way to the bus station, Kara began feeling sick in the cab. Unfortunately, none of us speak much espanol, so talking the cabby into pulling over was a bit difficult. After a few minutes of trying to explain that there was about to be puke all over the floor of his cab, Mike finally yelled...enfermo and Kara yelled ALTO...the driver quickly cut across three lanes and brought the cab to an immediate halt (alto). Kara jumped out and puked what looked like neon yellow acid...maybe some remnants from her two Pisco Sours and ceviche from the previous night.
Anyhow back to the bus. About 30 seconds after departure we heard Kara say "I´m going to be sick," as she whipped out a plastic bag and proceeded to puke her guts out...for the third time.
Despite living with the smell of vomit for the next 8 hours, we made it safe and sound to Huaraz and found ourselves a $5/night hostel, checked in and headed down stairs for some italian food and the lakers game (unfortunatley they won).
In a nut shell, our update is this:
Three days in Peru, Three Vomit Attacks by Kara.
Please check in again to hear about our other adventures (i.e. backpacking etc).
Sincerely,
Mike Samuels (A.K.A The Lone Wolf)
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