It don´t stop.

Easy day today in Sucre, burning photos onto CDs and staying near a bathroom. I was so weak this morning that I almost fainted walking back from the grocery store, but the French girl was with me to help me out. I am still shitting liquid. No pain or fever still, thank goodness. Some mild cramping and enough gas to power Manhattan though. Not very nice but the subject is on the top of my list right now. Anne has had her first solid shit and I was very happy for her. I´m still -- ahem -- behind. We ran into a Swiss group about an hour ago that went with us on the trip to Uyuni, and two of them had diarrhea during our 3 days on the road. Can you imagine that? When the only bathroom you have is behind a rock. The girl in the group said she´s had diarrhea for a week and a half. So looks like I am in for it...
Tomorrow we are off to Tarabuco, which is a large market with vendors hawking indigineous crafts including jewelry and swaths of colorful fabric the Bolivian women use to wrap their stuff in and carry across their backs. Apparently the color and pattern of the fabric denotes something about the woman, but we haven´t figured it out yet.
I haven´t had my coca leaf fix today. It does get addictive. You chew the leaves with an alkaline catalyst made from ashes of plants (it tastes as bad as it sounds), and your tongue goes numb. You don´t get the same feeling as coke obviously, but you are supposed to become immune to pain, cold and problems. I´ve used it to calm my stomach, but it hasn´t helped as much as taking a good, wet crap right after I eat.
Hope you enjoy your lunch today.