After another night of coughing and wheezing and waking up with my nose blocked again, I will be going back to the Clinica Paredes in the morning. This is exactly why I dread being ill here, the simplest ailments stretch weeks instead of days and the depressive effect of this is unbelievable. Esther met up with Jane and Gary for breakfast whilst I tried to get some sleep this morning. I watched a bit of TV this afternoon , had a bath and am now forcing myself to make a curry in an attempt to rejoin the human race. This time last year we were preparing to return to England from Lima after our adventures with Esther's Mum and the Peruvian Health Service with Salvador still as yet unexposed to Punch & Judy and ready to bawl from Lima to Amsterdam.