So last night was a bit of a drama. Everyone had gone to bed and I was heading there too and misjudged the stairs.

An almighty crash followed by shocking swear words woke the entire apartment.

Apart from the agonising throbbing in my ankle I was thankfully able to walk on it. That’s a good sign, right?

Luckily we don’t start the walk until tomorrow. Lynda strapped it for me this morning and it seems to be ok although I’m struggling to figure out how I’m gonna hike 16 kms tomorrow.

We’ll see how I feel in the morning.

Anyway, the rest of the day was spent drinking too much red wine, and eating too much bread and cheese.

We met other people doing the walk and Carol from Sydney who is s

podiatrist, said my ankle was not too bad so we should be good to go

We’ll make that decision tomorrow.

My foot expertly strapped by Lynda

Stupid stairs i feĺl down