One snag is that Derek has a blood clot near his brain, and this clot could erupt at any time. It's no condition to begin a round the world trip in my esteemed medical opinion but hey, my medical opinion is usually reserved for haranguing my wife's - and by association, her family's - advice on potions and tinctures to be deployed when one sneezes.
Where was I? Or more importantly, where were Derek and Clif? They started their trip in Barcelona, then on to Paris by train where they meet up with some friends. These friends seem like just the pair you need when visiting Paris, organizing a night out at a club where the main intent is to get Derek hooked up with one of the local ladies.
All seems fine until the friends discover Derek passed out in bed, covered in blood. There's no sign of the "lady".
Derek seems OK when he's awake and showered, so he and Clif continue their travels to Italy. After a couple days Derek starts to display symptoms of an unusual disease. On the positive side he can see better than before, but on the negative his skin is discolored and blotchy.
And then things go pear-shaped. The film bears some of Blair Witch's hallmarks, but comes out mostly unscathed.
Which is more than I can say for Derek.
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