It would seem last night and today my body hit the reset button, for some reason or another I could not sleep and although i expelled the contents of my stomach into a plastic bag beside my tent my head throbbed and spun like... I don't know what.
I tried covering a bit of distance between myself and my sick but I didn't want to tackle the last 500meter (in altitude) climb to the top of the pass feeling the way I did. So instead I told some locals I was Saya Sakit (I'm ill) and one security guard named Joe Harry took me in.
Joe Harry let me sleep on the floor of his security box at the entrance way of one of the homes of his boss who runs Mitsubishi in Jakarta. Joe introduced me to his friends but even with my head spinning in all directions I couldn't bare being awake conscious at the time. Instead I put my head down and slept more than I ever have in any one day, in the 24 hours I was out for at least 20 of them.
Joe fed me food,nursed me into a better state and I honestly can't thank him enough for all that he is.
Indonesians, please stay as friendly as you are.
Joe Harry and his friend, behind is where I slept for the night
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