8 - 9 July 1989

I get "Vomito!" (as Esperanza puts it) and other things in other directions. One nice thing -- the room I was sharing had TWO bathrooms, so I told my roommates to not go in that one. They were so sweet to me -- we didn't have much bottled water, but they gave me all of theirs.

So -- I don't do anything Sunday -- except slither back to Guayaquil. At least I wasn't feeling physically ill with nausea or cramps -- just Vomito!