30/4/2012 Last day Santa Marta
Arising, 0900, after a very tidy sleep, my mind began focusing on cycling once more, some 5 or 6 weeks on yachts, chairs in restaurants and generally sedate activities will ensure my bod is going to be in for a bit of a hurry up in the morning.
Luckily the 200k to Cartagena is flat except for a hill on departure from Santa Marta.Evidently it has great coastal vistas, vistas that may alleviate some of the burden. Depending on many things it could easily be spread over 3 days, right now however this is not for me to see.
My left knee now looked like I'd had a silicon implant, a D cup at that.
I had arranged to see the doctor about my it, so kindly the hotel owners son drove me there.
The doctor was a great guy, he had it sorted. He told me he would draw the fluid from my knee with a syringe. Now being frank, injections are one of the few procedures that my mind doesn't want to know about. In short, fear best describes my emotion when it comes to receiving one.
He said it was the only way to alleviate water on the knee. Enquiring as to how much pain there would be, an assurance came that it would not hurt.
He would not entertain my solution to the problem. That of a little tap on the head!!
In his surgery, pleas for local anesthetic went unheard. Anyway needless to say it wasn’t so bad. He drew two full syringes of fluid ,one a yellow colour and one a red brown concoction. Yuk.
Antibiotics, more anti inflam tabs and a stretch bandage from the pharmacy will see the problem solved I hope. All this for $45, and a 10 minute wait.
Tomorrow will tell.
I will be sad to leave this town, it has been a great place to get into the Colombian way of life, one of easiness where nothing is a problem.
Packing my panniers slowly and methodically, another cull of some unnecessary items was carried out. Culled items included a poncho from Nic, old shorts and some documents.
Tea was had over the road, (the header photo), again very satisfying.
A walk to the beach, before bed was enjoyed, sitting down, my vision drifted over the sand, beyond the bay to the Caribbean sea.
Reflecting on the last 6 weeks left me euphoric about the variety of places I had put my head down, new experiences and the people I had met and spent such good times with. This euphoria was heightened, thinking of the new places and encounters awaiting on the road as it takes me deeper into Colombia.
Arising, 0900, after a very tidy sleep, my mind began focusing on cycling once more, some 5 or 6 weeks on yachts, chairs in restaurants and generally sedate activities will ensure my bod is going to be in for a bit of a hurry up in the morning.
Luckily the 200k to Cartagena is flat except for a hill on departure from Santa Marta.Evidently it has great coastal vistas, vistas that may alleviate some of the burden. Depending on many things it could easily be spread over 3 days, right now however this is not for me to see.
My left knee now looked like I'd had a silicon implant, a D cup at that.
I had arranged to see the doctor about my it, so kindly the hotel owners son drove me there.
The doctor was a great guy, he had it sorted. He told me he would draw the fluid from my knee with a syringe. Now being frank, injections are one of the few procedures that my mind doesn't want to know about. In short, fear best describes my emotion when it comes to receiving one.
He said it was the only way to alleviate water on the knee. Enquiring as to how much pain there would be, an assurance came that it would not hurt.
He would not entertain my solution to the problem. That of a little tap on the head!!
In his surgery, pleas for local anesthetic went unheard. Anyway needless to say it wasn’t so bad. He drew two full syringes of fluid ,one a yellow colour and one a red brown concoction. Yuk.
Antibiotics, more anti inflam tabs and a stretch bandage from the pharmacy will see the problem solved I hope. All this for $45, and a 10 minute wait.
Tomorrow will tell.
I will be sad to leave this town, it has been a great place to get into the Colombian way of life, one of easiness where nothing is a problem.
Packing my panniers slowly and methodically, another cull of some unnecessary items was carried out. Culled items included a poncho from Nic, old shorts and some documents.
Tea was had over the road, (the header photo), again very satisfying.
A walk to the beach, before bed was enjoyed, sitting down, my vision drifted over the sand, beyond the bay to the Caribbean sea.
Reflecting on the last 6 weeks left me euphoric about the variety of places I had put my head down, new experiences and the people I had met and spent such good times with. This euphoria was heightened, thinking of the new places and encounters awaiting on the road as it takes me deeper into Colombia.
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Set in stone, these two, sadly will never get together
