These last few days I have been bound to my bed with a stomach bug and on a 'dunny run' for the umpteenth time. Clutching my stomach, bent over double on the loo, on my fourth day of this ordeal, in great pain I cry out... "dear God, please help me through this. Help me clear this crap."
And then I get some insight.
I see it as a cleanse physically and emotionally, as the emotional 'crap' I'd been hanging onto in recent weeks, storing it in my belly.
I'm momentarily in gratitude, then squeak as I grip my belly with another cramp rolling through. I'm feeling weak, and exhausted. I want this to stop. I shut my eyes and breathe....
I'm also transported back in time to September 2008 when I was in the Peruvian Amazon Jungle, and experienced more 'bugs' than I bargained for.
A four day adventure in the thick of the Amazon was amazing and enlightening as to how I can cope being ill in one of the most isolated parts of the world.
We flew in to Puerto Maldonado (Peru, near the Bolivian border), picked up by tour guides and led to an office to leave most of our luggage. We were each given a "ten kilo duffel bag," meaning we could only pack ten kilos of belongings to travel with us.
From there we were transported by bus to the Amazon river, all piling into a motorized canoe. An hour later, we disembark, and begin a 3 kilometer trek along a path cut through the jungle, to another canoe. This time our guides paddle them.
The squawks of the jungle and the rhythmic chirp of the cicadas are echoed around me as the sound of the paddle dipping and sliding through the water keeps me present in the canoe.
I'm in the Amazon!
Four days of nature, magnificent nature. Photographing tarantula spiders on guided night walks, spying Macaws flying through the trees at the wee hours of the morning, a forest full of life: bugs, monkeys, spiders, snakes, insects, and an abundance of beautiful trees.
Day two my stomach started to rumble. I had a close encounter with the stomach bug. Fatigue. Lethargy. And a closer relationship with my en suite bathroom.
Not to waste my precious time and opportunity to experience Mother Nature in this beautiful land, I chewed on Imodium and Buscopan like candy.
I roomed with my partner on the tour, Kristina, from Los Angles. We had only met for the first time in Cusco for the first part of the tour to Machu Pichu. She had a few days of ill health there, with a reaction to malaria pills.
I had taken no medication or vaccinations to come to the jungle. When advised of it in Peru by the girls on the tour (I hadn't been given any instructions from my US tour company), I had Videl, my tour guide, scout Cusco with me to find a medical center to get the 'Yellow Fever' shot. When we found one, they said they had none, and that it wasn't necessary given the time of the year.
They tell me it's dry season and there are not many mosquitoes about. I'm only concerned about one biting me with the disease! I make a mental note to be extra vigilant with the mosquito repellent and long clothing.
I'm a little anxious, about not carrying the medical documentation and also for the possibility of getting sick with Yellow Fever. But that was the least of my concern.
Most of the jungle activity is bustling at dawn and dusk, and during the night. So by day, I slept, oblivious to the steamy heat. My body just grateful to be horizontal. I willed myself forward for the early morning trail walks and laid myself out to sleep on the bench in the canoe, opening an eye every now and then when 'Tarzan,' our tour guide pointed out a caimen (crocodile) in the amazonian river water.
Transported back to my current moment, I grab some water from the kitchen to dissolve some more hydralyte. As I mix the orange powder into the liquid and stir, I'm ever grateful to be in my home, with a comfortable bed and privacy to allow my body to heal.
The only animals present are my cute, cuddly cats and dogs snuggling up to comfort me and give me love. And the occasional fly buzzing by my head, which I swat to keep it clear of me.
I nestle into my bed pillows as I smile with gratitude with reliving the magic memories of my Amazonian experience.
I'm feeling better already.
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I've been back in Australia for three days now, still recovering from a whirl-wind case of jet-lag. For the third day in a row, I have been blessing my Kindle, my favourite 'toy,' for the ability to curl up on the couch and read... read... read..
What's a Kindle? (see here)
I can't begin to tell you how many times I've shown it off to curious passengers during my flights and transit from Spain, back to Perth. Some have recognised it as a Kindle, others have asked "what is that?"!
It is a very novel idea. An electronic book reader, slim and light to carry anywhere.
For a Global Butterfly, like myself, always flitting from place to place, it is a Godsend answer to my "junkie" habit of reading. I'm always consuming knowledge and wisdom from great mentors and philosopher's through books and audio. The Kindle allows me to 'carry' my library of books (considered my favourite asset) in a compact form, all over the world, in my handbag!
Get this... it holds up to 1000 books! Hence, my 'traveling library'.
The downside is, the Whispernet which the Kindle runs on for instantly downloading the digital books, is currently only available for most parts of North America. Having discovered this before I departed the United States on my most recent visit in May/June, I downloaded thirty-seven (yes, 37) books to add to my collection.
I figured that'd keep me occupied until at least Christmas, this year.
I read - a LOT... I always have my nose in a book. Often three to five at a time. My library consists 95% of non-fiction: finance, real estate, business, internet marketing strategies, psychology, biographies, autobiographies, spiritual, philosophy, economics, conscious awakening, and the odd romance-fiction thrown in to boot!
The comical situation I found myself with during the last download, was a barrage of phone calls at 6:30am the next morning to my US cell phone from my American Bank. Leaving me several messages, the caller was notifying me, "we have noticed what appears to be several unauthorized transactions, and have put a stop to your credit account. Please call us immediately."
I responded immediately, and spoke to the lovely American lady who had called me direct. She was shocked when I said, "No Ma'am, I have purchased these books. The card was not stolen."
"Wow! You sure read a lot of books. We didn't think that was normal, or possible," she responded with surprise.
I laughed.
Interestingly, I briefly wondered where the watchful eye of the bank had been when I was in Hawaii four months earlier. I had bought two (expensive) items of jewelery, which had not stopped the card in it's tracks, even when it tipped past my allowable balance, incurring ridiculous 'overdraught' fees. No phone call then.
But apparently, a theif might want to read books using my account.
Yes, I imagine that with a stolen card, one would want to purchase books at $9.99 as a way to maximize access to someone's account.
At least I'd call that an intelligent thief!
Whilst I continue back to my short hibernation, recovering from recent distant travels, and read more of my book on my Kindle (I'm currently reading "The Intention Experiment," by Lynne McTaggart), I'll leave you with the wonderful critique: that I score this Kindle product a 9.5 out of ten.
When the Kindle model contains an inbuilt light, I will give it a ten out of ten!
Machu Pichu ...a flash back in time.
This day a year ago, I was spending my last day packing in Peru to head back to the USA.
My journey to Peru: Machu Pichu and the Amazon rank high among my list of "AMAZING" pilgrimages.
I left on my own, to spend two weeks away, with a guide...and five other ladies in Machu Pichu, and just one other lady in the Amazon.
My trek was to experience a life-long dream spurred on by a scholarly idea.
In mid-high school (year 10) I did the most amazing research project on Machu Pichu. Unfortunately, my teacher graded it with only a "C" because I hadn't followed the proper questions. I had instead, ventured off in my own private journey (perhaps telling of my soul's path), which he said "On it's own merits it's worthy of an "A+".
What the project did, was embed in my soul the burning desire to visit and experience Machu Pichu. This time last year, I did.
The vibrational field of this area is tremendous. After spending the courtesy two hours with my guide and small group, with a guided tour through the ruins... I meandered my own way around the historical treasures in a walking meditation, measuring every feeling tingling through my soul.
Often, like today, I feel an internal calling to return. It's sacredness is not only beautiful and magical, there is a recognition within my soul of this ancient land.
Few places I visit have this energetic pull on me.
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This week is my last week in Europe on this three month journey. These last twelve weeks have added other measurable experiences to my journey on the earth this time.
And while I spend my final days in Europe, resting in Calpe, Spain I have been reminiscing on the wonders, joys, experiences, love, laughter and many, many magic moments of touring through Europe (Switzerland, Germany, Austria, Lechtenstein, Italy, Republic of San Marino, Vatican City, France, Monaco, Andorra and Spain)... my heart and mind settles on the life-changing memories of my Peruvian experiences...
...perhaps my unconscious mind recalls the historical stories of the Spanish invasion of Peru... flashing up the odd image into my mind of the historical ages...
Whatever it is, I have felt compelled to journal today's thoughts and recollection of this magical trek.... one I feel perhaps I have done before, a looooooong time ago.
