My toe shortly after the incident.

My toe after doing a swim, the sea of course made it bleed.

My toe after football, you can see some of my insides coming out I think!

My toe a few days later, you can clearly see my outside insides.

The toe as it is currently. It is no longer 'wet' or sore but I had a interesting nail growth.

It has been a while since I posted I admit but while nothing major or exciting has happened things have been busy. Busy for two two reasons: A) triathlon training has been stepped up, 2 to 4 hours a day during the week and now that I will not be taking any more weekend trips into the mainland until after the triathlon I will be spending much more time on the weekends training too B) eisa practice has started again, for the next week and a bit I should be practicing eisa with the other men from my village (sometimes training makes this impossible). It is the same little festival I took part in last year, perhaps this time I will make fewer mistakes? So my ‘exciting’ life goes as such, leave school at 5ish, shop or general errands, start training at 6, go to eisa at 8 or continue training, retire home at 9/10ish, eat, try to be in bed by 11ish when I give myself the pleasure of a half hours reading. I am reading a book of short stories by Summerset Maugham (hope I’ve spelt that right, if not, bully to you!). This weekend just past I spent a fantastic time camping with Miss Kelly and FINALLY visiting the elusive Hiji falls (it was only our fourth attempt) which were rather pleasant. The water was cool and refreshing and immediately washed away the residual grimy feeling from camping. The previous weekend aside from entertaining Andrew Clarke we visited the caves at Okinawa world. I have yet to get my grubby little hands on the pictures of these events so pictures will have to wait. You see in order as to not loose a day of training I have been cycling from Unten Ko (just north of Nago) to Kelly’s home in Kitanakagusuku (northmiddlecastle) on my shiny new (second hand) road bike hense I can't really afford to carry extra things like cameras. It is a trip of 75k (or there about) and quite pleasant aside from a few brushes with death (or injury). On my last ride an obviously senile (or ruthlessly malicious) old man in a little white car almost took me out TWICE! Anyway, I survived. I would like to point out that my I have two great fears right now; one that I will injure myself before the triathlon and two that I will get a puncture during the race. I will cry.
Ah before I sign off I would like to share pictures of something I do have pictures of with you. My toe! In a scooter related incident I managed to squish it so that some of what had previously been my insides became my outsides. Pretty disgusting I think you will agree, I found it quite fascinating and took pictures of its progress throughout the day, as I did a 2k swim and then played football. To be fair I was in goals and didn’t need to kick the ball much. After a week I did go to the doctor at Kelly's urging and after first thinking about pulling the nail out (much to my alarm) he just gave me large plasters, antibacterial cream and oral antibiotic. It is pretty much OK now although I am hesitant to cut of the second toe nail that has grown above the first (getting quite fond of it), I really must have mushed things around in there!