bedroom fantasy

The last days in tupiza were spent mulling about with Mariano and Lucas (argentineans) and Eilleen and Joel (Aussie/Brit). We all hopped a bus to La Paz because they were headed for Peru and La Paz was the only other place I could go at the moment. All the other roads were still blocked. I overdressed for the bus ride, assuming it would be, like everything else in Bolivia, unheated. Dead wrong. I baked like a clam under my 6 layers of clothing as the woman behind me courteously adjusted my lumbar with her feet.
It was in the middle of this hellish experience that I began to feel sick. By the time I stepped off the bus 12 hours later in La Paz, I knew things were going to get worse. I quickly said goodbye to my travelmates (who I'll be meeting again in cuzco) and took an offer by a hostel hawker. Made the trek to the hostel and got an ubelievable deal - private room with cable TV and breakfast for 7 dollars. I was going to need the comfortability. I spent the next two days in bed (with the exception of a doctor's visit) dry heaving and familiriazing myself with the bathroom decor. The homecall doctor was busy treating a cocaine overdose so I found another doctor who diagnosed me with either salmonella poisoning or gastrointestinal staphylococcus infection. yikes. Never been so ill in my life.
I'm pretty sure it was that medium-rare llama steak I ate in Uyuni.