On our second day in Haiti, I managed to beat up my leg pretty bad. Here’s how it happened (with visual aids!):
I was walking along a sidewalk, filming…in fact, how about I just show you a clip from my footage:
Did you see that little dip at the end there? That was me stepping in a small unseen dip in the pavement; and in an attempt to regain my balance, stumbled forward into this:
I never saw it coming. All I remember is my foot not hitting the pavement I’d expected; and instead, my shin and leg banged and scraped against the far side of the hole, while my other leg and both arms hit and splay out across the sidewalk pavement. I scrambled out as quickly as I could, feeling nearby eyes watching me as people share what they just witnessed in Creole all around me.
When I fell in the hole, I was off filming on my own; the rest of my team was up ahead. I reconnected with Clint and he quickly produced a small bottle of hand sanitizer (you know, the 100% alcohol kind) for me to douse the open wounds in. As I prepared to hurt myself, he pulled out his phone and decided to film my pain for his own entertainment.
And now for your entetainment, I present that video:
That was last Saturday. My leg is still hurt, but at least it’s not infected and it does seem to be healing.
And the lesson of this story? I don’t know. Maybe something like: when in Haiti, try to avoid falling in holes.
is it bad that i laughed?
I laughed, too.
ouch. but, sorry, i chuckled too.