At the hospital, x-rays were taken, my feet were examined, and I was declared
healthy apart from pulled ligaments and severe tendonitis. Though the doctor
indicated my injuries would take four weeks to heal, I paid little attention and was
sure I would be up and running within a day or two. Then, of course, I had the
luxury of an intravenous painkiller. Still, it never had the slightest impact. There
was no hopping and skipping out of the hospital, as anticipated.
The time was 11 p.m. before hailing a taxi to take me the short distance to the
hostel. Then, finally, I could rest my weary feet. The total cost of rescue and
hospital came to US$470. A reasonable amount, considering what was required,
and how many people were involved in getting me out. I can only thank the helpful
and professional staff of Torres Del Paine National Park.
Puerto Natales
All wasn’t well yet and, luckily, the staff at the hostel offered to get the much-
needed anti-inflammatories from the pharmacy. At last, I could shuffle to the
bathroom for a much-needed shower. Thank goodness for the laptop, which kept
me occupied. All in all, it was my fault for thinking I could do more than my body
could. Following nearly four years of cycling, my ankles were weak from a lack of
walking and it was a reminder that I should live a more balanced life.
Yuta and François returned from their hike and they had a wonderful time. Needless
to say, I was green with envy.
I waited and waited but healing was an excruciatingly slow process. At least anti-
inflammatories and painkillers allowed for a slow shuffle to banks and shops. Day
upon day, I waited, but progress seemed dreadfully slow. The daily shuffle to the
supermarket was a painful exercise at a snail’s pace.