In Sickness and In Health
A Peruvian Honeymoon
They do manage to get a bit of touring in and Cory was apparently served some of the most delicious trout of his life for lunch. I am content to stay on the boat with our captain, who checks in on me from time-to-time to make sure I am covered with a blanket. And no shaky bicycle-powered cab for us on the return trip back to the hotel – the company arraigned for a van where I could continue to lie and sleep. When I see it, I’m so happy I could kiss the driver.
I’m feeling well enough to drink some aqua con gas and eat some crackers, and am happy to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening recovering in bed watching bad American television. Even Cory admits that after the adventures of the last several days, it’s something of a relief to just be able to hang out and do nothing.