So 3 days after arriving on the beach, I fell very ill. It started with explosive diarrhea and then the fever came. I tried to get out of bed, but I would get nauseous after being up for a few minutes. I went to the hospital with a couple other people that were also sick. That's always fun here. I can never perform under pressure (stool sample), but I was diagnosed with malaria and dysentary. It was awful. I couldn't get out of bed for 2 ½ days. My head felt like it was going to explode. I sh*t my brains out for 3 days.
There was a festival going on at the time, so when we left the hospital (a Peace Corps driver drove us thankfully), we drove into a parade of drunk people that were none too happy to have us driving the wrong direction into their parade. There were some angry people pounding on the car.
And then of course while half of us were sick in bed, the other half got robbed at gun and machete point. No one was hurt seriously. It could have happened at any popular tourist city (minus the machetes maybe).
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