this came up randomly on an unrelated google search.

my memory of my time spent here is blurry.

i had picked up some kind of virus in the island's interior due to not sleeping for days. we were on our way to the beach; i guess we thought we could just set up tents. at this point in the trip, we'd given up on any kind of meaningful planning.

i think i just thought i needed to sleep, but she seemed to think i was in worse shape than that. we weren't anywhere near health care - or, at least, it seemed that way. sarah wasn't sure how to react, so she got word of this commune, and basically took me there looking for help.

i slept for a long time - 36, 48 hours, and perhaps that was all i really needed. these people weren't doctors, but i drank the potions they gave me. they thought it helped. i suppose i needed calories and vitamins, too, so it's kind of tautological.

but, as mentioned, it's very blurry - i stumbled in half dead and stumbled out under the influence of something. i remember balancing on fallen tree logs. torrential rains. sleeping long hours in these tents..

sarah was not afflicted by what i was afflicted by and spent the time socializing, while i slept. iirc, they asked us to leave because she was smoking. this was a totally straight-edge place.

https://www.theglobeandmail.com/canada/article-pooles-land-a-modern-day-anarchist-experiment/