Photo by Jeff Clark for Apolis Activism
By Shea Parton
A lack of sleep, cold nights, customs stress and exciting food finally caught up with me this morning. Aching, I did my best to be the fifth body too many in the taxi for a quick ride to Yetti Airways’ office for tomorrow’s short day trip into the mountains. Later on, the same European doctor that took care of Cole gave me a prescription for antibiotics or in his words, napalm for the body (Source: Dec. 4). The doc has been exchanging prescriptions for lessons on his new MacBook Pro and dinners at his favorite restaurants. With a false alarm Bandh transportation strike, the rest of the group easily made it through town to find the perfect stocking stuffers for family awaiting their return this Saturday (Source: Dec. 6). A couple of us realized that we had to push our tickets to December 16th as customs had extended a rather creative surprise (Source: Dec. 3). Falling asleep with all my clothes on, covered in three blankets, and a few midnight bathroom runs, it was a night to remember.