When we first arrived in Ecuador last year, the health
inspector informed us that as a service to the tourists that arrived by boat
(not sure if this is offered to all visitors, regardless of how they cross the
borders into the country) we were able to visit the local clinic and get
inoculated. While we were impressed with
this, and as enthusiastic as we were at the time, it took us a full year and a
second trip to the country, to actually accomplish the deed. Something about us not liking the idea of
sticking needles into our skin.
Regardless, with INTENSE encouragement from our friends on
Let it Go, (as in offering to pick us up in the dinghy in the morning, and
holding our hands as we walked to the clinic) we finally made it there. Was it painless? Well, no, it felt like someone sticking a
needle in you. Was it worth it? Of course, yes, and as we plan to head into
the rainforest in September, this was a chore on our list that HAD to be
accomplished. As I grit my teeth,
clutching the arm of the nurse (I believe I saw her grimace) I kept telling
myself it was fine. And it was. My big, strong captain, in the case of
needles, is a bit of a wus. Regardless
of the amount of tattoos the man has, I was still proud of him when his knees
didn’t buckle.
Two years ago, when we visited Guatemala, Ron picked up a
touch of the Dengue Fever. Dengue doesn’t
have a vaccine to ward off the evil mosquitos, and along with malaria, Yellow
Fever is just another illness that those pesky stingers like to spread
around. Not fancying the prospect of
dying, we do what we can.
It’s another reason to love Ecuador. Apparently the country is not really
interested in the bad publicity that comes from expats dying on their
soil. Smart, that.
Haha, I don't know anyone who enjoy needles :(
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