BURNING CLEAN

So my travel companions and I made a little bet the first night in Quito. Who was going to get dysentery first? The winner? (Drum roll!) Just got dysentery I suppose. We actually never discussed prizes.

In any case, my friend John won hands down, followed by Frenchie-but hey, it was a close second. I, however, never got a chance to compete because I was fucking constipated the whole way. It was so frustrating! I ate half a chicken at Pollo Jimmy’s in Latacunga and two huge burritos with rice and beans in Banos and nothing, nothing was coming out the other end. “You’re burning clean.” That’s what John said, and shrugged his shoulders with unbiased impartial concern.