OK. So yesterday was the worst day ever the whole time that I have been travelling! Firstly I tried to climb Fansipan!! I say tried: I got 1 hour into it, and our guide was practically running up the f***ing mountain: so I said: 'f*** this s***, either slow down, or I go back to Sapa," His response: "well we have to go very quick today, cos if it gets dark, its very dabngerous, and tomorrow is even worse, cos we will be climbing very steep all day." So that was me finished: I said: "right Im off back to Sapa, f*** Fansipan, and I will meet you all when you get back." OK...So I bailed on Fansipan. Which wasnt great no, but they were going at a ridiculous speed, and I am not the most active of people. I must say, I DONT REGRET THE DECISION THAT I made.
Â Â So I came back to Sapa, checked into a guesthouse, and decided to stay here for another 3days to wait for Phil and Flurina to climb Fansipan (presuming they make it of course!). So whilst I was having some food, and recovering from my very early morning ordeal, I outrageously decided that I would go and get my hair done (as in coloured and styled) to only end up coming out looking like a f***ing boy! A big mistake going to a salon where no f***er spoke a word of English!
Â Anyway, after about 3hrs, I wanted to get back to my guesthouse ASAP (before anyone could see how ridiculous I looked!) when suddenly 3 Vietnamese women shouted: "Hello beautiful lady" from across the street, with that I f***ing tripped off summing sticking outta the pavement and went flying arse over s***!!! My arm was in so much pain: I darted up and sped back to my guesthouse!
Â Â After that my arm was in so much pain: I could hardly move it: I was convinced that it was definately broken!!!!!! (f***ing great, thats all I neede after todays events!). So I met up with the guy that brought me back from Fansipan to Sapa, and he took me to nthe hospital! Where the doctor there X-rayed my arm and wrote me out a prescription for some s*** f***ing pain-relief, that wouldnt even cure a f***ing hamster from pain! He said that it wasnt broken, merely "twisted" (or sprained), wrapped it up in a bandage and charged me $35 USD for the priviledge (typical!!!) So I got no sleep last night: I can barely move my arm, and to top it all off: I look and feel like a bloke!!
Â Â Today, the pain was so excruciating that I took myself off to the chemist to buy some CODEIN! and have done nothing but drink beer Hoi all day and sleep: the doctor advised me: "dont move ur arm for at ;east a week". Yeah right: is he f***ing serious: I am back-packing, and need to head back to Hanoi tomorrow to collect my passport! What a joke.
Â Â So as you can gather, I am not a happy bunny at the moment: I am wondering hopelessly around Sapa, surviving at the very least, with my arm wrapped in a bandage, wearing a silk scarf as a sling (it is impossible to buy one here!) with people asking me: "oh, ur arm, madam. How you do it? Moto??" To which I reply: "Yeah I fell off a motorbike." The fact of the matter is: I felt that I should save my time, effort and sheer embarrassment of admitting that I am purly a clumbsy b****, that tripped over the pavement!!!!!