It was indeed fortunate for me that Gaels persistance found a hospital that would admit me, conduct tests and treat me. Up until this stage we had been told I had travellers diarhea and that it would eventually clear up. These small clinics on the highways do a great job, but they can't carry out adequate testing. If I had just let it run its course I hate to think what the outcome would have been. After being released from hospital with an arm full of assorted ...

Colombia Day here today. But nothing to celebrate from our/my end though. Since heading south from the Carribean Coast I have had some unwelcome travelling companions with me, well more to the point, in me. You see, I have picked up some Amoebic friends that have, and still are lunching on my intestine. This they do very well. So well in fact that I have been hospitalized for various amounts of time at different truckstop clinics on no less than three separate oc...

Well FARC me! Finally arrived at Cartagena, Colombia on the 30th June. We broke the trip up into four legs, Melb to Syd, Syd to Santiago, Chile, Santiago to Bogota, Colombia ("Colombia not Columbia", as the locals have printed on their T shirts, to educate ignorant barstards, like me), and Bogota to Cartegena. This was a futile attempt, as it turned out, to lesson the impact of such a long trip on two pension aged Aussies. I tried to explain the trials and tr...