Thursday, August 9, 2012

Day 293: Sick in Taganga

All I managed today was a ten-minute walk down to the beach. Then my body finally refused to be mistreated any longer and brought me to rest with a heavy cold. So I spent most of the day in the hostel, reading with one eye and following the olympics with the other.

Watching the olympics was rather fascinating, because - naturally - the commentators focused a lot on South American athletes. This subtle shift let the games appear in a whole different light. That, and the hilarious mispronunciations of English and German names :-)