Last time, over the 11 days in the village I managed to:
Fall down in the waterfall, getting completely soaked and perhaps bruising the bones in my hand (I still couldn’t lean on it 10 days later)
Slip into a rock and tear off part of my toenail (see lovely picture later!)
Fall into the corner of a shelf
Burn my hand with hot tea
Fall backwards off a ladder into a house
Get attacked by a fierce palm, with hooks in the leaves
Do a spectacular comic-book style slip on a papaya peel, resulting in my first grazed knee since I was about 10.
I’m sure I’m already known as the doctor who is always hurting herself. It’s nothing new; I think it’s my usual clumsiness mixed with a different environment. I’m rather proud that I managed to avoid going through a bamboo floor!