Derailing Trains

The train derailed. There was a thump, thump, thump, and we were off the track. Our 5 hour train ride turned into a 9 hour adventure. The conductor had no tools to fix the train so he used logs and rocks. I swear things like this only happen to Rachel and I....

I woke up last night feeling really ill. It must have been that bull penis soup I unknowingly ate yesterday. It took all the will power I could muster up to walk to the train station at 5:30 am. I could hardly make it up to the roof of the train and when I did, I simply passed out. Rachel directed traffic around my sleeping body. After I woke up I needed to puke. I sat up to puke over the side of the train much to the disgust of fellow passengers but luckily there was nothing in me to puke. It was a disaster.

After the train ride we hopped on a bus to Cuenca, the colonial jem of the south. The bus ride took 5 hours..it should have been much shorter. I´m going to bed. Tomorrow must be better.