So fellow bloggers, where was I?
Oh yes…on the last day of the hike, 6lbs lighter, toned muscles and unsightly blisters. So did I meet the man of my dreams? Did I have a spiritual experience in those mystic mountains?
We were all walking across a dilapidated corrugated iron bridge. Unbeknown to me as I was to busy looking at the stunning scenery there was a hole about 8 inches across, and my foot went down it. I didn’t feel a thing but there was rather a lot of blood, and I couldn’t put any weight on my right foot. (Sorry, its not very dramatic!) We had doctors with us, so they carried me to a safe place and stitched me up on the mountain side. I was given a litre of vodka as I was told I would need it! Which was rather silly really, as you try going to the loo behind rocks tidily on one leg, and no crutches!
I was carried the rest of the way of the hike and onto the plane. My mother met me at the airport, she was quite shocked to see me in a wheel chair. We drove straight to the hospital.
I had 3 operations in 3 years. 5 years of physio. I spent most of those 3 years in plaster and in a wheel chair as I wasn’t allowed to weight bear. I had severed a main tendon. Each operation failed. I am now left with a right foot that I cannot move which is still painful.
I don’t regret going on the hike, and I learnt a few sharp lessons on how the public view people in wheel chairs.
They did offer a 4th op, an experimental one, but it was all just to hard round C, I couldn’t face it again.
I did this hike in the first couple of years they started doing such things. Now because people have actually died, they are a lot safer. So please don’t be put off doing one if you are thinking about it.
Before I went I had the feeling it would change my life, and it did.