Rhys on Wednesday as usual, but with a twist. I'm writing this in Alice Springs in the Australian Outback. AND I'm writing it with one badly damaged hand. Is this duty, or what?
We just got back from Ayers Rock, or Uluru as it's now called, and King's Canyon and the McDonnel ranges--all wilderness experiences of staggering beauty. I survived all the rocky climbs and sanddune walks just fine. However I sat on the edge of a motel room bed. Bed promply collapsed. I fell to the floor and my bracelet was driven into my thumb. It hit a vein. The resulting blood spatters looked just like a murder scene. It was very scary as John wasn't in the room and I couldn't stop the bleeding.
Eventually I got it slowed and put a pad on it, but it continued to plague me on my wilderness walks. The least little movement of my thumb and it started to bleed again. Okay, I know I should have found a hospital and had a stitch put in it, but I didn't want to miss out of any of the sights. It's now three days later and I'm getting good at doing everything with my left hand (and typing with just my fingers, no thumb). It's still horribly swolled but I'm on the mend.
Tonight we take a train to Darwin. Will report in if I can find another computer.