I now have three stitches in my foot, two in my arm, am on antibiotics so I can't drink and can't go in the sea for seven days.
I feel like crying and want to come home.
― chris, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― haloist, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Is it ok to giggle a bit now?
― Martin, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
(OK sorry to hear this, unlucky but you are in the most beautiful place on earth after all. I always drink on antibiotics, mind you.)
― Tom, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Unfortunately I needed a local anaesthetic (sp?) and this was administered with a big long needle, twice!!! due to some arsehole who wouldn't wait for the nurse to stitch my foot back together. some of the most pain I've ever felt.
Consider this big travel experience number one. You never know the next one might be more fun. You didn't want to come back without any stories to tell did you?
― geeta, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
I suddenly feel all Jason Donavon now... You give me one good reason to go Cabbage, but I'll give you 10 good reasons to stay.
And if you come home I'll sing that to you all the time, there you go thats nother one.
You're in a really gorgeous place, you'll be all fine and mended soon and it's pissing it down with rain in London. And even if you came back now you'd still have the injuries. So where would you rather be injured and indolent? Thailand or Walthamstow?
― Anna, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
I always fear for this type of thing when jumping from rock to rock. We did it in Sri Lanka down the beach and one tiny slide gave me visions of crabs eating out of my leg for a week toasting each other with champagne (the crabs were obviously quite cultured). Its a great opportuinity to read loads and loads of Mills and Boon books while supping on non-alcoholic cocktails with bouze in them.
Don't play with any cats. Have lots of "massages". And of course get well soon.
― Pete, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― N., Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
actually I canme here to have fun, get a tan and see cool things. So far so ouch.
― Chris, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Jonnie, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Emma, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Sam, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Septicaemia is worth avoiding, though, so look after yourself, big man.
― Mark C, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
at least you have the internet right?
― Menelaus Darcy, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ally C, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Grr.
I once heard a fantastic rumour about there being oestrogen in the foil on the top of yoghurts, and so you should not lick them. Particularly not if you're on a sex tourism trip.
― Ronan, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― RickyT, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Surely there's a lot to do without going on the sea? Anyway, lying on the beach for a week would be a good way to catch up on some reading AND get a killer tan.
― Dan Perry, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― katie, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― nickn, Tuesday, 14 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― chris, Wednesday, 15 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― geeta, Wednesday, 15 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― stevie nixed, Wednesday, 15 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― N., Wednesday, 15 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― RickyT, Wednesday, 15 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
(NB this is a lie port and cheese please)
― Sarah, Wednesday, 15 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Anna, Wednesday, 15 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
have a lovely time this evening, all of you.