If you didn’t know already, six days ago, I came off of my bicycle, in a valley on the way to the town of Turpan in Western China. I took a bath in some gravel, and slid a few feet along the ground. Coming to a halt with a deep gash on my right knee and a few scrapes on my elbows and hands.
There was an immense pain in my right knee, that I instinctively knew, wasn’t the hole producing the river of blood collecting in my sock. It was the knee itself. With my best impression of a solo wheelbarrow race, I crawled off of the road.
Ill be honest, it was a little scary, being in a non English speaking country, alone, with no means of contact, and injured. Luckily I keep an emergency Snickers with the first aid kit, which stemmed the shock, while I attempted to clean and bandage myself up.
A woman appeared from a sort of workers settlement attached to the construction site ahead. I appreciated her presence, but the horrified look she wore on her face, wasn’t the most comforting.
After a three hospitals, an X-ray, MRI, stitches and a cast, I was handed a diagnosis of a four to six week recovery. I was devastated, and as much as I didn’t want to make the call, I had no choice but to come back to the UK to recover. Should I stay, my VISA would expire, and I would have to re-enter, not to mention the cost of care.
Its hard to describe how it feels, the realisation that for the time being you are done. Nearly six months of hard graft, of punishing mountain passes, bureaucratic processes, and screaming muscles. For charity and adventure. All on hold.
There is no point complaining. BUT I can assure you, and everyone else that reads this post, nothing will stop me getting back to the adventure. As soon as I am able, this year, In a few weeks, I will be back in China heading for AUS and New Zealand. I will continue, I will succeed. But for now, I am sprawled out on a sofa consuming a ridiculous amount of home cooked food and coca cola. Could be worse?