Three days on crutches, two days on the hop, then back on the plane for the trip home to warm water, bikinis and my Aquaman. 36 hours from door to door; limping on and off two flights, one ferry, four taxis and one bus.
An untimely need to pee at the ferry terminal sees me confronted with a squat toilet. With a knee that can’t bend, this presents quite a problem, and I have to get in touch with my masculine side while keeping my pants off the wet floor, and myself from slipping down the hole. I’ll let you imagine the rest...
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