This is what you call a bad morning (Do not read if you are eating)

I was woken up this morning with a horible smell linguring in the air. I soon learned that our next door neighbor is having his toilet pumped. Apparently everyone in the village needs to do this every couple of years.

It gets worse…

I was asked to go down to the shops to buy some eggs for breakfast, even though you couldn’t possibly eat with this smell in the air. Anyway, I jumped on the motorbike and made my way to the shop down the road. As I drove onto the gravel, I suddenly realized I went too far and quickly turned the handle bars to drive into the shop drive way. As I did this the bike slide under me and with my hands out I come crashing down. All I can remember is the split second thought when you have half way coming down, with your hands held out, thinking Oh Fuck! The same split second thought you had when you first feel off your push bike.

Luckily I was wearing jeans so the only injuries I have are on my hand and arm. Boy did it sting! I come back and everyone was fluffing around me, 6 hands dabbing my arm and hand with cotton balls soaked in some liquid that stings so much my teeth were grinding against each other.

Everyone seems to have motorbike injuries here and apparently everyone knew it was only a matter of time until I got some myself.