“There is a serpent in every Eden.” – Proverb
I loved Olon, the waves, the calm, even the street dogs that barked and fought each other all night. But Olon did not love me. I had thus far avoided the famous digestive issues Latin America can offer, but the night before I was due to leave for Montanita I became violently sick.
I have no idea what caused it. My first suspect is some ceviche I ate, raw fish that did not taste so good. Option two is the hours spent in the sea, inevitably swallowing mouthfuls of our ocean’s polluted water. Last choice is a malaria tablet that I took without food, at a weird time, though I had no problems with it before. I think it was the ceviche.
My illness kept me in Olon an extra day, but I recovered. Got a taxi up to Montanita to see what all the fuss was about. After another day of rest I felt close to 100%. Feeling better, and hungry, I bought a cheap burger from a street vendor…
Some people never learn.