December 24th, 2004Bali, around 3:00 in the morning: I rode my motorbike at high speed into a ricefield. A few minutes later, I pick myself up, grab a taxi and head over to Bali International Medical Clinic. The clinic is a popular place for ex-pats and tourists in Bali, if you can describe a clinic as “popular”; however you describe it, BIMC is a hell of lot less scary than Sanglah Public Hospital.
Next, I lose consciousness.
My friend Steve is called. He shoots over to BIMC (I think) and then, the BIMC staff send me to Sanglah Public Hospital — this is the medical equivalent of being rushed at high speed from the best frying pan in a good modern restaurant to a tenament block (American for housing estate) fire in the bad part of town… Continue reading “Summary of my Crash in Bali”