Bolivia

There is something real unsettling when you´ve got pneumonia, the flu, fever, chills, headache, hellucinations, and the inability to ingest food in 10 ft. cell style hotel room in a town of 30 in the Bolivian bush. After being rained on for days on end at 14,000 feet I got sick again. I can´t really say again because this sickness was worst than anyother. The day matze and I left La Paz we had been on a mission to do 190 kilometer/day for the following 40 days. It was halted way prematurely by me getting a evel Bolivian bug. I tried harder than ever to make the kilometers but I would only fall short. That night we decided to invest in a hotel(1 dollar per person) in an attempt to get me healthy with some rest. The next morning was bad news, I had a terrible tempurature along with every symptom under the rain. Matze tried hard to find good food to help settle my sickness, instead found only 0 percent juice and cookies. It was the scariest thing that has happened on this trip to date. I was trying to think how I was going to be able to survive the 4 hour bus ride back to La Paz then a 17 hour plane ride back to the states. I thought it was all over. Two days had passed and I was getting worse, Matze then broke out the jack daniels of antibiotics. I lost the fever in a matter of 8 hours and I was back on the bike in the morning.
Bolivia had been really beutiful, it was a great time other than the sickness. It was also the land of ¨No Hay¨(There is no), everytime we would ask for anything in Bolivia the answer was ¨No Hay¨. Neither of us, Matze or I knew why. We think its the combination of us being gringos and the people being really reserved. It was a completely different culture than Peru or any other country at that. Bolivia was really a difficult ride, between the high elevation, huge mountains, and the people always asking for money, it was rough.