I'm trying to figure out why this trip has included more bodily dysfunction, and personal injury than any other in my life. How have I singlehandedly managed to deplete several First Aid kits worth of supplies? Am I paying back some huge karmic debt by way of bodily harm? Perhaps it's a mixture of clumsiness and bad luck.
A look back at the trip's misfortunes
1. Two days before my departure I catch a horrific cold that torments me from the sandy shores of Florida all the way to ancient Athens (where I inevitably share my sickness with my new friends).
2. While in Athens I slip not once, but twice on the same portion of sidewalk resulting in blood stained jeans and a bruised ego.
3. Later on in Athens I am the victim of two cigarette burns. One is still healing.
4. During a hike across the island I nearly fall off of a narrow mountain ledge while ripping my jeans and receiving several new scrapes.
5. The same hike leaves me with memories in the form of splinters and blisters.
6. My first night in Turkey is met with a volatile case of food poisoning that brings me down and keeps me down for almost half the trip.
7. An unidentified, yet very sharp object at the beach makes its home as a fresh splinter in my foot.
8. A slip on some stairs bruises my lower back, and again chips away at any ego left.
9. Renting cheap four wheelers almost always has it's consequences. Mid ride there is a mechanical dysfunction that leads to a mutual agreement between the bike and I that I will no longer be riding it. This leads to a darkly comical hospital trip, and my darkly comical take on this too-long list of maladies.
What is up with the universe? What is up with my universe? I'm going with the karma thing, personally. Don't get me wrong, the trip has been great, but I will certainly be bringing home some battle wounds.
Oh goodness, i'm such a mess.
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