I become the sickest I have ever been in my whole life. Since it’s a hippie town, the only medicines in any pharmacy are herbal. Luckily I have a few days of emergency antibiotic.
It pains me to imagine what could have made me sick.
It might have been the fresh-squeezed street juice I drank anxiously before reading the warning about fresh-squeezed street juice in the guidebook.
Or it could have been the Nescafe made with milk from any one of the cows I saw on the street eating matchbooks and condom wrappers.
Whatever it was, it did me in good.