I tried to get a crutch to help me walk but the hotel said they would have to get one made to measure. In a country suffering from millions of land mines and the dreadful consequences I expected my request would be easy to fulfil. Maybe I can find a walking stick in the market tomorrow. I'm not staying confined to barracks if I can help it! Walking is painful and slow but possible. Hopefully the swelling will have gone down some by tomorrow morning. Meanwhile I'm stuck sightseeing inside the hotel which is a surreal and unreal world compared to the life outside it's doors...
For all it's apparent sophistication, the hotel's first aid consisted of a plaster and some cotton wool and an offer of a lift to the hospital. Can barely walk this morning, need to get strapped up I think. Tuc-tuc into town and find a chemist I recon.
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