The next day I went to a different pharmacist down the street from our hostel and asked for antibiotics because I thought maybe I had an infection or something. They gave them to me without question or explanation of any side effects or anything. I later found out that you can get as much of anything you want from any pharmacy here – for example a guy from our Spanish classes bought 20 or more vicodin, valium, oxycotin and some other mystery drugs that are apparently stronger than all of those. He bought them all at once and took most of them in one day. Apparently this is one reason that a lot of people come to Montañita.
The doctor recommended that I return for monitoring in a few days, however when we did return, no one there could find any record of me ever being there so after A LOT of persuasion we got them to run some new tests that we took with us and emailed to our health insurance providers in Canada. Luckily google gave us the heads up on my symptoms and nothing suggested the dangerous type of dengue (the one where you haemorrhage and your insides turn to mush) so I just had to wait it out.
After 12 days of fever between 101-104°F I finally awoke without a fever. For the next three days I had random full body hive flare-ups which google alerted us was normal for the recovery stage of Dengue. It took another few days before I was able to eat a full meal again and about two weeks before the nausea finally left (now).
Unfortunately my opinion of Montañita is not too good, likely in part based on the fact that I felt like crap the whole time we were there. However I did manage to attend 20 hours of Spanish lessons at Montañita Spanish School, which were very good, and we did a couple of smaller day excursions as well. I just had to get out of the hostel we were staying in.
Andrew had a much better experience in Montañita – he enjoyed the waves, surfing every day or two between Spanish lessons and bringing me to the hospital. We met some very cool people as well and shared some good times on the beach and exploring parts of the area.
Outside of the town center the landscape is desolate and garbage-ridden. It was sad to find out that most people, including tourists, throw their garbage everywhere, on the beach, or in the street. They justify it with a garbage tractor that sweeps the beach every morning, though probably not before the tide takes 90% of the garbage out to sea. And while walking around in the center and even outside of it, you couldn’t help but notice the frequent wafts of sewage and vomit, likely coming from the pools and streams of milky “water” flowing down several of the streets.
See you in the next post.