

Puno, Peru
Thursday 9th April.
We fare not much better in the morning. Malcolm tries to rest and I go and inform our family we are I'll and cannot have breakfast. They give me some munya tea. Which is a sort of fresh mint tea. They tell me to go back to our room. I feel very bad as we are supposed to have special food. But we feel just too ill. After awhile I go out even though I feel awful and follow the family as they move and stake their sheep in the hillside for the ...