Well, that was unexpected

February 9, 2022

Well, getting the COVID test turned out to be a bit more challenging than expected as locale was suddenly turned into a construction zone, resulting in some last minute arrangements which involved confused guards, conflicting directions, and a lot of walking, but everything did work out and our noses were eventually assaulted with long q-tips.

The REAL surprise was that Serge tested negative, as expected, but I somehow tested positive. We'd basically been together 24/7 for two weeks, so it is all a bit mysterious. It wasn't a false positive either because I had an antigen done at a different laboratory the same evening. Yep, positive again. I have my suspicions where I might have picked it up, and if they are correct, I haven't been contagious in nearly a week, but rules are rules, so I am still in Ecuador for another couple of weeks. I will get myself tested again then, but a test will be no longer necessary in order get home. Even the hyper cautious Canadian government accepts that two weeks after a positive result you are highly unlikely to be a danger to society anymore.

So, Serge flew home yesterday, and I took the bus back to Otavalo to meet up with friends. From the picture he sent when he got in the door, our cat can count; two left but only one came back! She does appreciate having a butler again though!

Otavalo is still interesting, but not as much fun by myself. I'd go for a walk, but all the walking I did in the last week on pavement has caused plantar fasciitis in one foot, so I am now off to hobble to the pharmacy to see if they have those gel heel shock absorbers. And maybe get a bag of lime plátanos. Ecuador is the only place I can get my preferred junk food, so I might as well indulge!

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