After the comp we set ourselves the task to fly to Dharamsala and back but a variety of reasons including hangovers and then a broken toe have put that on hold. Coming into land on the same rice terrace that Ed & I landed together during the comp I misread the wind direction and clattered into the slope rising to the top terrace and busted my big toe.
A small local boy, Kailash, came to check out the entertainment and then despite our concerns for the fact that my glider was as big as him insisted on carrying it part way down the hill. As I sat with my foot in a freezing cold stream next to the road while waiting for a taxi to take us back to Bir, the resident baba emerged from his little hut and gave a heap of advice in Hindi along with much shaking of his head in that particular Indian fashion. I'm sure much of my karma was restored by his words.
A quick visit to, and a hasty retreat from a knife-happy Indian surgeon in the local hospital followed by a 15hour bus journey back to Delhi, a manically scary journey through the traffic jams of Delhi to the airport as we were about to miss the plane and crossing London between Heathrow and Gatwick with a cab driver who scared us far more with his inability to drive in a straight line than any of the hair raising experiences in India and I'm back in France and sitting with my feet up after surgery on Wednesday.
Surgery wasn't quite as painless as hoped for as the local anaesthetic hadn't taken effect as they started cutting - I nearly jumped of the trolley whilst at the same time the moniters started flashing red and beeping wildly as my heartrate did something quite silly. The last thing I can remember is the doctor asking if I could feel pain as it all went away with a quick squirt of something into the IV and a cold sensation in my left arm. A nice sleep followed and I woke to a heavily bandaged foot - and strict insructions on being injected daily with nasty anti-DVT drugs into my tummy. I'm now 'resting' in Laragne while it pours with rain and snows on the high ground and contemplating how I'm going to make myself mobile enough to go to sunshine island of La Palma in 5 weeks time....
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We are toe twins!
I was teaching rock climbing on Monday and whacked my toe against one of the bloody pieces of gym equipment there.
It went CLICK! and hurt a little bit. Now it's black and hurts a bit more. Not broken, I think, but certainly grumpy...
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