Waterfall

I am alive.

After 5 days of non stop shits and fever I am finally through the disease. In the end I had to resort to antibiotics to knock it on the head.

A lot of the conversations between me and my co-sickee have been about poo recently, as you can imagine.

Ode to a Toilet

A porcelain throne
My constant companion 
And you take my shit

Here is where I have spent far too much time recently:

Note that bucket? That's where toilet paper goes in Central America (to avoid clogging the crappy plumbing). That's right. You can imagine how good the two of us made that room smell.

Anyway enough of that. Here are some pretty pictures to cleanse your pallete - the aforementioned waterfall, which we got to dive into and swim: