Pardon my roooop

Yesterday Lynne, I, and two Penn friends decided to climb Kagale Hill. I think I may have mentioned this location in past entries. It’s the tallest hill in Gabs and gives a great view of the whole of the region. It is mentioned by the US embassy as a place that is off limits to US citizens because of its reputation as a place of muggings and the like. When I think of a mugging I associate it with guns and weapons. Most of the muggers act tough and that seems to be enough.

I awoke yesterday a little under the weather but thought little of it. Unfortunately about half way up the hill I lost my breakfast and most of the previous days meals as well. We made it to the top, saw the sights, and went down a different easier way as Lynne and our friends were a touch tired and I was more than a touch nauseated. The route ended in a working quarry where we were able to catch a ride back to the car, another 2km. By the time I got home I was quite ill. Over the rest of the day I became quite dehydrated with orthostasis so bad that I really wasn’t trustworthy on my feet. Nicola finally came over in the afternoon and two liters of RL later I felt like I might just survive.

Today I’m fine if not a touch queasy. It was indeed a wise and wizened old man who looked back at me from a bed after I had just pumped him full of fluids for the same problem as mine who said," Ya know doc, ain't nothin' as over-rated as sex or as under-rated as a good bowel movement!" Add to that "farting safely". Nothing like being sick to appreciate health. Thanks for being out there, I truly enjoy and anticipate the feedback.