In the wee hours of Monday morning, I woke up breathing fire. I peeled myself out of bed to take heart burn meds and drink some Alka Seltzer. Propping up my pillows, I slept the rest of the night in a semi-seated position.

In the waking hours of the morning, between the lingering hearburn, upset stomach from too many carbs, and disappointing dives, I decided to opt out of the day of diving.

Instead I was able to enjoy the free breakfast that The Bungalows offers. When I walked into the restaurant, Dave from the day before was there, and offered me a seat with him. There were some friendly worldly travelers at the table across from us, and as Dave had taken his fair share of trips abroad, the three of them compared travel notes, and I listened in awe as I imagined camping in Africa with a growling lion outside of my tent.Read More →

After diving, Kristen miraculously felt better. Probably because she had nothing left to puke up.

We went to Las Guacamayas for lunch, which was recommended to us by our shuttle driver on the way from the airport. I had fish tacos, which were excellent, and a chocolate churro. Kristen tried to take a sip of my strawberry daquiri but I put the kibosh on that real fast. One sip leads to a drink, which leads to more vomiting. And after coercing her into drinking two margaritas on Thursday, I felt it was time to be the responsible friend and cut her off.

We had some down time after lunch. Kristen kept all her food down. For dinner we went to Restaurant Bar 22:10. The waiter recommended the filet mignon. Since I’d been having luck with recommendations I agreed, despite my apprehension of restaurant steak. I should have went with my instincts. Kristen’s coconut shrimp looked way more delicious.

We headed to bed early as the next day we were heading to La Paz and had a 5:45 am pick up time.