I woke up incredibly stiff and just couldn't motivate myself to pack and move to the Peace Corps house so I'm staying in the hotel at least one more day. Went to the immigration police station, they didn't know what to do with me as obviously I wasn't supposed to be there. They were great and everyone had a good laugh between the situation, my French and their English. Solution was charge me 5,000 CFA and get me a 30 day visa in two hours (versus 20 days and 48 hours in Banjul or Conakry). While waiting for my visa I wandered up the street and tried to get a cash advance but it had to be done by 11 am. I also went by the cathedral and had lunch over by the American Embassy. Then it was back to the the station to pick up my passport.
I then headed for the internet cafe that a PCV had told me about last night. Unfortunately (fortunately?) I didn't realize the maps scale and spent most of the next two and a half hours walking (I did take a 30 minute break in the air-conditioned American cultural center reading the New York Times). The good news was that worked out most of the kinks in my legs the bad news is it hurts like hell to sit and after spending four hours at the internet cafe my legs tightened up again. I haven't had email for nearly a month and as I'd left my journal when I was in Dakar and fairly depressed I had 90 messages to respond to (I got about 60 of them done).
On the way back to my hotel I started to feel a little weird and very tired. Shortly after entering my air-conditioned room I broke out in a sweat and started to feel achy and lightheaded with a headache. The thermometer says I'm running 101° fever. I was a little worried about getting sick, I've been getting so little sleep and the last couple days have been brutally stressful. I'll just try to sleep as much as possible, and hopefully it will pass quickly. I don't think there's anything worse than being sick and alone in a strange place -and there aren't many places stranger than here.