On Saturday night Flor, her friend Freddie and I went to the Feria - almost exactly like the exhibitions. The commercial exhibits were, let's say weird. For example, the shampoo exhibit had you walk inside a mirrored corridor that got smaller and smaller. Then you left. Like I said, weird. I was thankful that everyone else looked baffled too. Almost all of the exhibits, like the tile or cooking oil exhibit, had beautiful girls in princess dresses sitting in chairs smiling. Anywho, that was the commercial area - the rest of the Feria was more or less normal with beer tents, artisans and rusting rides. Now, I'm not gonna lie here because it's relavent to what follows. I had maybe the equivalent of 4 drinks, danced to some Cumbia and went home.

I've been in Cochabamba for a week now, but haven't spend as much time outside of my flat as desired cause I had to fight a fever - and not the Saturday Night Fever variety. I can handle that. Really. The morning after the Feria I thought I had an unjustified hangover, so it wasn't a fair fight from the start. What else would you think when you vomit in the morning after some drinks? So I slept that day away, but felt alright by 'bed time'. I won that round.

I felt so good I didn't think there was round two. In fact, I was aces in the morning and downed a delicious banana milk smoothie with a fruit salad. That night my fever came back with avengence. I was so hot that you could boil water on me - which is good cause you can't drink the tap water here. That lasted all night, but by morning and without warning it submitted defeat. Psh, they always do. I've been feeling great for a few days now - stool and all.

written by  ryanmyers on May 5, 2009 from Cochabamba, Bolivia
from the travel blog: Ryan's First Sabbatical
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Good to hear that you're back to Normal!

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