First Aid In Koh Lanta
Trip Start Mar 17, 2009
10Trip End Mar 31, 2009
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So my new friend Marita checked in down the hill at these really funky bungalows built of hay and bamboo that look like giant hay bails....very cool. Since Sara is leaving back to the states and Chicago the next day, I decided to check out of the fancy resort and move in with her, it will be $10 a night each.
This place is really cool though, has a really nice vibe, a great bar on the beach with old boat filled with cushions that you can sit in, and candles in the sand and bonfires, and it even has yoga and massages on the beach, I told you, fancy. They were charging almost $3 for a banana shake .....outragous...:)
Sara decided to relax and do a yoga class, i decided to go for a swim. I went into my backpack in my room and reached in for my bag of amenities to get my sun lotion out and grabbed the bag and felt a sharp pain on my finger...i had reached for my bag and my razor had the lid off and i sliced a big hole in one of my fingers....at first I wasn't sure what i did, but there was blood everywhere! Great, I don't think there is a hospital, let alone a doctor here on the island.
With Sara in class and not wanting to disturb her Zen , i wrapped my hand in a towel and went to the front desk for help. This is a fancy place, they have to have a first aid kit and a doctor on staff...( I'm kidding)
The girl at the front desk almost threw up,,,,nice, I have to get someone to help me! A nice young man with a strong stomach helped me clean it up and stop the bleeding, it took a long time since I actually sliced a chunk ( I know graphic I'm sorry) out of my finger, how the heck can a razor do that! So he poured some iodine and wrapped it really good, and I think i will live....not great timing when you are in paradise and in the water and sand trying to keep your finger dry. Its better today, and I have decided to give up razors and never shave again and become a real hippie,,,( not really) So tragedy over, and No Mom, I'm not coming home just because I cut my finger ....( I know that is what you are thinking :)