PAIN IN THE LEG
This is when my other problem kicked in. My leg was starting to balloon through the night drive and by the time we got to the last fuel stop in the morning, the swelling has reached alarming proportions. Kind of like Elephantiasis.
I realized I had to visit a hospital, but I had all the gear in the back of my truck so when I went to Emergency and saw the line of people and time it would’ve taken, I had to make the call. The choice was either hang around and miss a days sailing, or take a bullet and ferry everyone two hours down the dirt track, with the probability of having to turn straight back again more than likely.
JC noticed the distress and obviously sunk the boot in whilst opportunity knocked and my sense of humour deserted me. We managed to spend six hundred dollars on provisions, with Carter making sure there was enough beer for a month, not three days, and then fanged it down the track. Dany was a little too excited, showing little or no compassion for his ageing van down the corrugated track where it came off a little worse for wear with a flat tyre by the time we reached camp.