The Poo Post
Okay, so the time has finally come for the post you’ve all been dreading… the poo post. You know it had to arrive at some point. I mean, we’re travelling through South America, how could we get away without writing about poo? You must all have suspected that we’ve been talking to each other about poo much more often than we do in our lives back in the States, and now, like it or not, we’re going to share that poo with you.
Our bowel maladies began… well… as soon as we entered Guatemala four months ago… but, they’ve come and gone and come and gone and come and gone again. However, if there was a prize for the day of most poo, or day of most stomach pain, or day of most whining, today would take home the big brown trophy. Today sucked. Today was a steaming pile of poo. We both hate today. But luckily, it’s over.
Besides poo, other things that have recently sucked about our digestive systems are their proclivity to vomit. Not too much, but once or twice is enough — especially when one of those times occurs when you’re up in a small biplane with three Germans and Peruvian pilot looking out over ancient, mysterious, and unexplainable desert designs in Nazca. Luckily Sarah had only drank water that morning and hadn’t eaten anything and there was a barf bag tucked into the seat in front of her. She came walking out of the biplane after the half hour tour holding what looked like one of the plastic baggies that hold goldfish — only without the goldfish.
As if to punish us for Sarah’s public puking (which, truth be told, was quite discreet and dainty), we shared our night bus with a puking woman in the seat in front of us. This woman made such sounds as would wake the dead, coughing and spluttering all through the night. It made us both quite nauseous, perhaps even bringing on our latest bout of intestinal trouble. But judge not lest thee be judged, right? I wouldn’t be surprised if the sounds our stomachs have been making all day have been a source of complaint for the folks in the room next to ours.
Unfortunately, our first real ‘out of commission’ day happened in Cuzco, a quite beautiful city. We’re taking the traveller’s diarrhea pills that were prescribed before our trip, eating saltines, and drinking lots of water and sprite. We both managed to force down a rather bland dinner tonight, which bodes well.
Everybody poops. It’s true. It’s just when your poo is really pee that it starts to become a problem.
-Las Dos
Tags: Cuzco, Health, Nicaragua, Peru, South America, Transportation, Travel
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oh my god you guys, that is so terrible. i mean, i’m kind of laughing here because of your way with words, but that sucks so much that you guys had to go through this kind of thing.
here’s to less intestinal troubles in the future, hmm?
Ew.
That really suks (my see key isn’t working so you’ll just have to imagine that there are sees when there aren’t). But I’m glad to know that Sarah is able to puke disreetly in a tiny plane. She is a real lady.
kisses to you both, you little poop fatories. Faktories.
plop plop,
your aunt B
Maybe this is a 24hour intestinal virus and everything will be OK in the morning. I do worry however, and this is the nurse side of me, about dehydration. The fever, then the vomiting and diarrhea. It can happen very quickly. If you can get hold of boullion cubes, drink that, and then remember the BRAT diet for the day after symptoms subside. Banannas, rice, applejuice and toast. Your little systems need to recover.
Heres hoping you a quiet night and and that Bethany finds her C. My day with my neighbor was absolutely wonderful. Bethany, I am wondering if you remember who the artist on #13 is. Its a little techno and she is singing 500 miles from my home. I would love an entire CD of hers…its the best rendition of that song i have ever heard! We both enjoyed it soo much.
OK girls. Goodnight.
Mom
Hi Jennifer — yes, that is one of my FAVORITE albums. It’s by a band alled Snake Farm. The album is alled Songs from my Funeral, and every song is just as good as that one. If you like, I an burn you a opy of the album. What’s your address?
I would love that! I have never heard of Snake Farm but how I loved that sound. My address is 1507 S. Owasso Ave., Tulsa, OK 74120 and the last name is same as Megans, Brown. I’m so excited 🙂
Imodium. Imodium. Imodium. Jennifer is right about the dehydration too. BRAT sounds like a good way to go.
If it’s been a constant problem, you may want to see a doctor as well. It might be viral, but you have to be careful about bacterial stuff too.
I can’t imagine what it must be like to toss your cookies in a moving biplane. Eesh!
Take good care of each other,
Bill
Hi Jennifer
I will pop the see-dee (my see key is still kaput) in the mail tomorrow! Let me know how you like it!
We’re doing much better. No more vomit and we can acctually go out and do things instead of spending the day in the bathroom. Whooooo hooooo!
A few notes:
1. We bought a new camera since our last two are pretty much kaput. It’s a Cannon Powershot A530 and it does lots of really cool things. For example, you can SWITCH the colors of things… whoah!
2. We’ve created a map of our journey that has a little flag in every place we’ve stopped. It’s on the top right-hand side of the blog, entitled “A Map of Our Journey. ” You can zoom in if you want to get a closer look, but annoyingly, once you leave the States there are no towns or cities on the map, but it’s still very cool. Take a look.
Wow. You went there. And I read the whole thing.
Oh yeah. We went there. And we’d do it again. But let’s hope we don`t have to.
-Las Dos