Arg. The title says it all, doesn’t it? Sick in the paradise of Nicaragua. Worse of all? From food poisoning – for the first time ever. Yay… And from a hamburger at a hostel of all places…

NOWHERE IS SAFE!

Anyway, I’ve been sick for three days, but I am alive. And my friend Jon showed up just in time to witness me spending the night throwing up so… at least company right? Of course, he’s now getting sick with a cold or something, so yeah

I think I’m finally getting better now though, so hopefully tomorrow will at last be time for Volcano Boarding!

 

Because nothing say being better than hiking up a mountain just to throw yourself off, right?

In other news, I had a eureka moment last night for the perfect title of the next book – Firestorm. Sadly, its already taken… So back to the drawing board?