Okay, yes, another holiday. I mentioned to a friend, some time back, that I always seemed to be sick or injured when I was on holiday. He looked at me as if I was completely thick and said, "Because you're always on holiday!"
Oops...
I went to Nelson, at the top of the South Island, this past week. Two days before I left, I sprained my knee. Again. The doctor put me on ACC, which means we get cheaper or free medical help when we're involved in any sort of accident from something as simple as a grazed knee, up to a road crash (and in NZ no one can sue).
My worst bad-knee moment? Outside the door at Nelson Airport, attempting to get into a shuttle car. I screamed blue murder as I stepped up into the SUV. Birds squawked in fright, passengers heads swivelled towards me. Air crew gawked. The shuttle driver and me were both so embarrassed.
I went to a physiotherpist. She gave me a crutch which didn't really work for my jaunty hiking image. I'd gone down to Nelson to daily section hike the nearby Abel Tasman National Park, from Kaiteriteri. Well, that was out of the equation. I did go down to Abel Tasman but could only sit on Anchorage Beach. I tottered down to the sea like a fragile baby turtle negotiating hazards.
below Kaiteriteri Beach
below: Tides Restaurant at Trailways Hotel in Nelson City. A lovely place for a meal.
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