Sunday arrived very fast and it was time to bring
everyone to San Jose. All our German friends from the Croco Lodge and Nancy had to fly back to Europe. I started to feel my right ear itching. I immediately knew that this would mean painful days aheadů Miseria!!
The terrifying process was engaged. The Otitis number 32 was on its growing stage. I rushed to the medical bag lying down with the tools in the hangar. Maybe this time I would be able to kill the monster before he
gets me real bad. I swallowed a "massive attack" of antibiotics.
We all left the camp for a 6 hours drive to San Jose,
squeezing into the Land Cruiser. My ear rapidly got worst. Gosh! I got it again. Every 3 or 5 years I have a problem with my ears after diving in pools. But I swear to God, this time is the very last time. I will
always use wax or ear plugs.