Chania Day 2

A splendid start to the day went a bit pear-shaped later on.

We stumbled on yet another new-to-us part of town, up behind the harbour, and spent a wonderful time exploring and nudging one another at how fabulous this place is. Brunch was great, the wander through a maze of narrow streets was terrific, and all was well with the world until we made our way to keep an appointment we'd made yesterday to go for a trip on motorised tricycles. After a very short explanation of how the machine worked and a couple of minutes trying it out, we set off on what should have been an hour's tour of Chania.

Unfortunately, I had a bit of an incident at the very first corner. The trike didn't fancy going in the direction I wanted it to, we parted company, and I fell rather heavily onto the street. The girl who was to lead the tour wanted me to get back up on the trike and continue, but I was really sore, I'd lost my confidence, and I refused to continue. Carl went ahead, I had a beer to steady my nerves and made my way back to our hotel for a bit of a break before meeting him when the tour finished.

As time went on, I had to give in to the pain on my wrist (my ribs were sore too, but not as much of a problem). We asked at reception for advice about getting a doctor to check me out, and the girl insisted on coming with us to a nearby clinic and waiting until I'd been checked in and she was happy that language differences weren't going to cause any difficulty. X-Rays of wrist and ribs showed that I'd been lucky and that nothing was broken, but the doc insisted on putting a half-cast on my wrist to immobilise it for ten days or so. Also, I'm to dose myself with cough syrup at the first sign of a cold, to guard against the possibility of pleurisy setting in because of the painful ribs preventing full clearing of the lungs. Sounds fun, doesn't it?