"I can't stop shaking"

The other night we camped out by the river north of Taupo after a delicious, yet expensive Indian meal. Because Taupo lies on the central plateau the night air was chilly. Patrick and I have grown accustomed to sleeping in the car when we camp because it's so comfortable with all our crap in the car, not to mention the fact that when it's raining non-stop you just want the driest place possible. Anyway, I was awoken in the night by Chris, who having emerged from his tent was shaking uncontrollably. It seems dear Christopher forgot to put down a pad. The earth just sucked the heat right from his body and sent him nearly to a hypothermic state. All that said and done, he was a little lethargic the next day from lack of sleep and bodily trauma. We gave him shit all day because, what else can you do? However, last night Chris woke us up again inside our hostel room with the shaking happening again. It was bizarre and we noticed that he had a high fever as well. We asked him what he wanted to do, because he obviously didn't have hypothermia this time. He opted for the hospital. So we went to the hospital early this morning (2am) and had a lovely time reading tabloids while Chris got IVs stuck in his arm. Still not sure what he has, but he's still kicking and that's good. Needless to say, we're crashing another night in Palmerston North for Chris to recover, but I'll be damned if we have to cancel our expensive-ass ferry tickets to the south island in two days. God I hope whatever he has is not contagious. The doctor is leaning towards bacterial, but chest x-rays didn't look good either.

Anyway, Patrick and I have been up all night and are about to explore the free museum and acclaimed gardens.