Well, dear Regular Reader, I did promise to explain why I interrupted my trip around the Natural Volcanic park of Garrotxa, so here goes. Those of a squeamish disposition may prefer to go straight to the photos at the bottom.
I called in at Banyoles to admire the lake and do a bit of walking for a couple of days before moving on to Vic but got a bit delayed …
In the early evening of my second day here, having just had the successful photo session with the fishing huts, I arrived back at the campsite intending to pop into reception and get a token for the washing machine. As I approached the tiled concrete steps I tripped over the very low, almost invisible kerb and crashed onto the aforementioned steps. Thoroughly winded I accepted help (which appeared apparently from nowhere) to change into a sitting position, and was given paper towel and told to apply it to my right eye, I was also informed that an ambulance was on it’s way. Why, thought I, still rather breathless, on earth would I want an ambulance? What my helpers could see, and I obviously could not, was that I had a deep gash on my eyebrow which was losing a lot of blood and folk were saying it needed stitching. Still winded and dazed I was soon in the ambulance on my way to the local community medical centre where everyone was very kind. Thankfully my EHIC card still had a few days to run (I didn’t know until they looked at it, that the damn thing even had an expiry date – K’s bringing my new one with her when she comes this week) so all eleven stitches through my eyebrow were free (unfortunately I had to pay to have them removed! I suppose I could’ve tried removing them myself … then again …). By the time I was leaving it was closing time and staff were starting to depart. I’d arrived in an ambulance and had no idea where I was, I was also feeling very shaky, my wound felt fine but my ribs were beginning to hurt and I was starting to feel a little lost (literally!). When I asked at the reception for directions to the campsite one of the staff insisted on giving me a lift back – way above and beyond bless her – my plan to walk back was vetoed by just about everyone. So a huge thank you to the ambulance guys, and all the staff there for taking care of me and being so kind.
The next morning my right eye was a stunning shade of purple and somewhat swollen. Later that day the left eye decided it wanted the same shade of eyeshadow and turned purple as well, which I didn’t mind, I do like to be well coordinated! My ribs were extremely painful and bruised as were my knees and my right boob; I felt everyone of my 90 years! However I managed to keep moving with the aid of over the counter meds and did deep breathing exercises religiously, no pneumonia for me. My stitches are now out (€30) and finally my ribs are starting to hurt a bit less, but the boob remains in glorious technicolour.
The site manager informed me that I was by no means the first person to trip over their low flying kerb, but of course I was the first to do it such a spectacular fashion, and that my stay would be free until I’m fit enough to continue my travels. I’m off the day after tomorrow to meet up with the family, it’s not a long drive, so I’ll be fine. I’ve been able to walk around and continue sight seeing and have managed to circumnavigate the lake (7kms) a couple of times.
Spring has arrived in Catalunya!
P.S. Nearly forgot to mention that in the middle of all this my habitation water pump died and for a few days before I felt able to drive to a camper repair place a short way away I was having to carry jerry cans of water to R0X1.