¡No Puedo Oir!

Unfortunately, after so many days at the river, followed by yet more days at the beach, all my underwater adventures caught up with me in the form of Swimmer´s Ear. Along with a throbbing pain in my ear, I also found myself unable to hear out of either ear and a growing concern that if I did not get some medical attention soon; I might never be able to hear again. Luckily, Andy was tight with the man who ran the prison clinic, who was able to flush my ears and provide me with a free supply of both antibiotic drops and a weeks worth of antibiotic pills. Heading to yet another beach off the coast of Belize, armed with antibiotics and ear plugs, I was optimistic (and grateful) that I would soon be able to hear again. A few days later, the world was again full of sound.