A Half-Hearted Post from the Grave

We are sick as dogs. I think it´s the altitude. Pavlo thinks it was the Cotipaxi cheese. The power has been out for two days. I was up all night throwing up - Pavlo says to me ¨finally you´re the one with some issues.¨ At 4am I heard him vomiting too. I´m back on my feet now - he´s bedridden.

But the mountains are so beautiful - I can´t imagine a better place to be sick.

There is much to tell, but I´m simply not up for it. No pictures cause this computer sucks. Festivals in Quito. The most amazing bull fighting. A flat-bed into the mountains and two days of trekking. Crater lakes and so much beauty. I´m going back to bed.