It was in Máncora, Peru. I had incredibly tasty ceviche and chicharron for lunch. Oysters, huge shrimps, lobster, crayfish, octopus, straight from the sea. Fried shellfish. Yuca. Corn.
Five hours later it all came back up. To the last fragment. I vomited six times, the last times nothing more than yellow stomach acid. Then I got a fever. I was freezing even though it was 30 degrees hot, drinking hot herbal tea. After two hours it was over and I slept until the next morning.
And that was that.