Ache in My Shoulders and Pain in My Butt

As some of you know, I used to think that my travelling companions are in someway cursed, namely one of them always finds himself in the hospital. I was wrong. The curse is in me: I always find myself in the hospital. I was just lucky enough not to be the patient. Usually.

I started the Torres del Paine Circuit with slight trepidation, as on the way to the first camp I came across 5 people, 2 of which were heading the other direction. I was relieved to find the camp slowly filled up, and that I wasn´t alone on the trek. I did most of it with 2 friendly Germans, Denis and Kai, which were a lot of fun. The trek was very difficult for me, being the first time I trek with a tent on my back. In the first campsite there was a scale, which revealed that I was carrying about 27 kgs on my back, a fact which might explain why I was having such a hard time. Slowly and maybe slightly agonizingly, I managed my way through the trek.
On the last day, as I was waiting for the bus back, I started shivering uncontrollably, until one think led to another and I spontaneously emptied the contents of my stomach. On the bus back this trend continued, with the other tourists doing their best to ignore me. One local angel approached me, gave me some water, a new plastic bag to replace the one I had already thoroughly used, and explained to the wonderful people at my hostel what happened. I asked that they get me a cab to go to the hospital, thinking that I might need a transfusion to avoid dehydration, but they of course insisted on taking me themsleves, waiting with me and confirming everyhing with the nice doctor. It all ended with an extremely painful injection on my left butt cheek and some anti-vomiting pills. I seem to be fine now, and am even going climbing tomorrow (hurray!).
Tomorrow eveining I will probably take the bus back to Argentina to El Calafate, the whereabouts of Perito Moreno. I will try to remain in slightly better physical condtion from here on.