Ouch!
One of the worries of living in Thailand for me, especially somewhere with so little infrastructure as Koh Phangan is what would happen if I was ill? It’s not like being in the UK where all you have to do is trundle off to the nearest hospital and have a chat with somebody who speaks the same language as you. Here it’s all very different.
So I was a little more worried than usual 4 nights ago when I finally crashed my motorcycle. I guess it’s been overdue for a few months now and a lesson I knew I would inevitably learn at some stage.
I hit some sand on a tight bend, going pretty slowly, the bike slid, not a problem in itself, but then it slid onto the grass verge and flipped over, this catapulted me off the bike, but unluckily there was a long drop down a steep slope to the beach that I flew down.
So I crawled up the verge and lay there groaning, something was definitely wrong with my back. I called Nuth and she came and picked me up, not a single scratch on the bike but I can’t even stand up.
So I have just spent 4 days laying in bed trying to decide if I am going to throw myself on the mercy of the local hospital. I have sprained my back before and recognise the pain, nothing much can be done except painkillers and rest. We shall see tomorrow, if it’s no better I might have to go and see a doctor.








