Late on Day 6 I was starting to feel a bit ill. Mid-afternoon I went back to the hotel room to try to nap and recover a bit. But by evening it was clear that I was getting sick with a noticeable fever. We talked to the hotel about seeing a doctor. Luckily they knew of an English-speaking doctor who made housecalls.
We called the doctor and he showed up within ten minutes. After a bit of poking and prodding, he determined that I had a throat infection that was spreading to my lungs. He gave me the most painful shot I have ever experienced (in my rear end, nonetheless), along with three other prescriptions and told me to rest up. Despite my insurance not covering anything, the total cost for the doctor was $40, and the prescriptions were another $45 out of pocket. Not bad for a third world country, eh?
Day 8 was spent in the hotel room resting for Day 9.
No pictures for you these days.
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