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C onstipation is the thief of time; dysentery waits for no man!

Such were the wise words of Damek in the days following our eating of the grapes. It was a saying that he got from his father many years before, and a saying that we both tried the truth of for nearly two whole days.

Damek thought it prudent that we camp in another one of his frequented forest clearings until both our bowels stopped dripping uncontrollably. Despite the vaunted experience of his gut, Damek spent as...