They say the road that goes from Palenque to San Cristóbal de las Casas It is a hellish journey of curves and slopes of about six hours, but, if I am sincere, I barely remember it. But as Jack the Ripper said: "let's go parts."
That morning I promised them very happy: until eleven our bus did not leave San Cristóbal de las Casas and, like the horseback ride through the Palenque National Park She was aborted because at least 4 hours we did not have, I decided to spend the morning to sleep and rest. But ah! My human body had other plans for me that day. At six in the morning I woke up wanting to go to the bathroom, a very bad habit that my body has whenever I am traveling. Nothing out of the ordinary until that moment, but in the interval of two hours I started going so regularly that in the end there was no food left in my body.
Well, it was very bad. I went to do the check out and, speaking with Margarita, I explained my tessellation. That nothing, that this is the most normal thing in the world. He gave me a pill to help me and I left, but it was too late: my body was expelling any intake in a matter of seconds. As I could, I dragged my suitcase to the entrance of The Panchan to get on the bus towards the bus station. There I went to a pharmacy and explained my situation, desperately looking for a solution.
"For your case, you could take Hemezol, Cefixime or Loparamide."
- (in Christian ?, I am not a pharmacist and I do not know the terms of medicines).
In the end I bought some pills that told me they would help me fight the viruses and returned to the station. It was very hot and all the water she drank expelled her in a matter of seconds. My partner kept checking the bags (in the first buses, when you leave the suitcase, they give you a receipt that you have to present to pick it up) and when I started to climb the steps of the bus, I suddenly had a blank fade and I think I did not faint by miracle. As I could, I went to the seat closest to the bathroom and fell into the armchair K.O. Little memory of the road, only that it was very cold and that it was covered with a travel blanket. Also that an Anglo-Hindu man sat behind me because it was very hot in the front and the poor man, seeing me with the blanket, thought that all the air conditioning was concentrated in the back.
Obviously, the journey flew by and, luckily, with nothing left inside and not eating anything, I didn't have to go to the bathroom. Luckily, because with the curves I doubt it would have been easy to hit. Upon arriving in San Cristobal, the temperature plummeted compared to Palenque. We should be at about 15 ° C and it had rained. When I got off the bus, Laura asked me how I was and the wife of the Anglo-Hindu man told me that her husband was an acupuncturer and that if I had known he would have treated me during the journey. In fact, while I waited with Laura for my partner to pick up the bags, the woman came with her husband and he was digging me for a while in my left hand. And the truth is that it worked, not in the sense of cutting the diarrhea, but, when finished, I had to run to the bathroom to expel what was left.
For our stay in San Cristóbal de las Casas we had booked a room in the Bela's B&B. We got into a taxi and in just ten minutes he left us at the door. San Cristóbal is different: low houses painted in bright colors, sidewalks with huge curbs and a fog that covers the top of the nearest mountains, which makes you wonder if you are really in the same country as a few hours before. Bela Wood, the owner of the B&B, welcomed us as if we were her family. Upon arrival we sat in the kitchen-dining room and chatted. Bella is from Los Angeles and for things of destiny she ended up living in Mexico.
The truth is that I can never thank you enough for the treatment you offered us, since it gave us free disposition of the kitchen so that I could prepare boiled rice, toast and chamomiles whenever I needed them. That was all what I was in the situation I was in. Without further delay I went to bed. I had a fever and it only took me seconds to close my eyes and welcome another day many hours later.
Well, it wasn't too late when I woke up and I didn't have a fever, but I wasn't quite right. We went out to the dining room and Teresa was preparing breakfast. Everything looked delicious, but none of it was allowed to my aching stomach, so I asked if I could prepare another small portion of boiled rice. Bela told me that I knew a very good and serious gastroenterologist who had a consultation near there and that, if I wanted, I could make an appointment. The truth is that I thanked him. For these things I am very pragmatic, if I do not feel well I go to the doctor without hesitation. In addition, the symptoms he had were too strong to hope to solve with some boiled rice.