Tightass

Day: 403

One of the places Felicia wanted to stay more than anywhere else on this trip was La Cupala Hostal, right on the shores of Lake Titicaca.  From everything we’ve read, and anyone we’ve talked to, it is a gem in the pile of shit that is this regions of the worlds hostal scene. Many people we have spoken to were disappointed because the place only has 17 rooms and is always full.  Somehow we had managed to get a reservation, and also manage to keep it through two days of delays.  If we didn’t make it there today, we would lose it and get stuck at one of the towns lackluster accommodation  choices.

I woke up still a little queasy, but put my best face for Felicia and informed her I would be able to travel to get there today (which might have been a little lie).  She left to settle our refunds with the cancelled plane tickets from a couple of days ago and I proceeded to slowly pack my bags. I was still blowing ass, but I had given up drinking and eating anything hours ago in preparation for this trip.

When she got back we got all our stuff together, I went to the bathroom once more, and we headed out to Copacabana on Lake Titicaca.  The bus ride left me clenching over every bump (fortunately the road was paved). I knew, since we were in the back of the bus (for some reason we always are) I would never make it off through the crowded aisle if there was an emergency.  I clenched, and breathed in the fresh air from my window, thinking un-nasty things.  Felicia placed her hand on my leg, very loving and girlfriend like, and I had to tell her to take it away because and extra pressure was disrupting my concentration.

Very focused and concentrated. It went on for hours and when we finally made it to our hostal (which seems as nice as we’ve been told), I bolted to the bathroom then climbed under the heavy comforter and spent the rest of the day snuggled up nicely trying to recover the rest of the way.