A sickening 4 hour taptap ride over the mountains and a terrifying moto-taxi run through the city dropped us at our adorable hotel. We spent the first afternoon exploring the city and marveling at the traditional style buildings and the cleanliness!
I woke up at 3:30am the following morning with a lovely case of vomiting and diarrhea. It's been going around our community, though everyone has gotten varying degrees of illness. Some, like Grace, have been chronically pooping for 4 or 5 days while others, like me, were more violently sick for about 36 hours. I spent 6 hours on the floor of the bathroom wishing that I was dead. Needless to say, we didn't leave the hotel that day, although we did gain the strength to manage some pool time in
We had only one full day left, so we got up determined to make the trek to the famous Citadelle. It didn't matter that both us had some toilet time that morning and couldn't hold our breakfast down; we were going. A taptap to Milot, a town outside Cap, and then the climb. Most people take a moto 3/4 of the way up and then hike or donkey that last stretch. We were stubborn (I have no idea why) and hiked the whole thing...that is, until we both realized that we were so weak from our sickness and from not eating, that we might pass out on the way.
We left the Citadelle when it started to rain. Because of the rain, it wouldn't have been safe to take a moto, so we hiked the entire way down, still food-less and feeling like death. We taptapped to the hotel in the rain and arrived soaking wet to the great amusement of the hotel staff. A classic ending to a ridiculously catastophic day.