I got a broken face

Last week, my family and I spent a lovely day and night on Rottnest Island in Western Australia, home of quokka (see below – merrily eating a chip). I got a swim in the Indian Ocean under my belt, a sticker for my suitcase and the obligatory quokka selfie.

The next day the Pigalinas hired bicycles to tour the island a see the sights. I was riding along happily thinking about lunch, looking at the lighthouse in the distance and the salt lake next to me as I started downhill. While freewheeling downhill I noticed my (work)phone and selfie stick (don’t judge…) in the drink holder were wobbling and looked like they would fall out. In that brief moment of lost concentration, I may have reached to move them – I can’t remember – I flew over the handlebars and landed on my face!!

Cool kids wear lids

Yes, I did take a photo (I said don’t judge!), I took it before I realised how bad my fall had been and as soon as I spat out some of my precious teeth (more came out after). I needed to survey the damage. Luckily for me two off duty nurses were on hand to tend to me while Mr Pigalina phoned for help. Some lovely passers-by shielded me from the sun and wafted the flies from wounds while we waited for transport.

An ambulance was offered but as I felt OK we opted for a regular ride, who turned out to be a guy from the bike hire shop in a Ute. Mr Pigalina was not permitted to ride along and had to cycle the 3km in the hot sun to the nursing station. Later he said he had thought adrenaline would kick in like in the movies and he would breeze along. It didn’t.

At the nursing station they patched me up and called ahead to a hospital in Perth while we waited for the next ferry. One ferry and taxi ride later, while nursing a bleeding ear canal, we arrived at the hospital. I was scolded for being “so English” and not making too much of a fuss about my injuries but the truth of the matter was, it wasn’t that sore. Although I also don’t like a big fuss. An X-ray and CT scan later it was determined it had broken my jaw in two places which came as a huge surprise!

A big farce followed due to me being an overseas patient. It’s nobody’s fault but let’s just say:

  • Had to find a hotel in a strange city at 10:30pm
  • Why have travel insurance if they won’t honour it?
  • So many different options from so many doctors over the next four days. Who to listen to?

Scaring children on the ferry

After being declined by the travel insurance and hearing it could take up to four weeks in Australia for the surgery I decided to ride out the rest of my holiday all patched up and get sorted back in NZ.

I made the most of the rest of my holiday, despite being on a liquid and mush diet and looking dreadful with my bandages with a front tooth rapidly changing colour. Saw some wild kangaroos, went to the beach, visited Fremantle prison. No time for mooching about!

Finally on the way home, After an almost 7 hour flight back to NZ we were told to “make haste” by the flight crew in order to make our connection home. It’s very hard to make haste when you still have to queue to get off the plane with everyone else and, what’s this?, they parked the plane ages from the airport so everyone getting off the plane has to BUS to the terminal?! Then you have to find your bag, clear customs and then race ten minutes to the other terminal with a heavy suitcase with a wheel kindly broken by the baggage handlers. Dragging my broken 20kg case, making haste, while carrying two other bags and wearing a coat, powered by the little bits of mush I could glean from my plane meal (hummus, mashed peas) was the second time I cried. The first was when I realised now have meth-head teeth.

Once home, the ball finally rolling, my surgeon here said I DON’T EVEN NEED SURGERY. A six week mush diet should see my broken jaw heal itself. I could have had unneeded surgery AND a six week mush diet. And a four week extended stay in Australia. It isn’t all smooth sailing though as I am yet to be assigned a Case Manager to discuss getting my teeth sorted due to where I work. Sigh. And it’s mush for graduation, Christmas and the Pigalinas’ Wedding anniversary.

It gave me something to write about though!

(Mr Pigalina has been an excellent and attentive nurse and taxi driver 😘)

Exploring the World’s Bottom

On our Labour Weekend holiday we ventured out from our base in Riverton to explore the bottom of the South Island of New Zealand.
The first sight we discovered was a bra-covered fence, not unusual in NZ, with a sign declaring it to be “Tom’s Tit Stop”. We tried to get a good photo but the scary dogs barking at us and the presence of (we assumed) Tom, looking at us from his caravan, led us to conclude that the bras were souvenirs of unfortunate victims of Tom – like Wolf Creek.
From there we visited Cosy Nook, Monkey Island (pictured, top left) and Gem Stone Beach. While we didn’t find any gem stones we did discover a little house tucked behind a cliff and trees above the beach (bottom left).
Lunch was sausages in Tuatapere (right) the sausage capital of New Zealand. Now, I am one who usually prefers their sausages made from fungus (Quorn) but man oh man I cannot stop thinking about those Tuatapere bangers. I need to find a supplier.
From there we headed to Bluecliffs then onto the Cliffden Suspension Bridge, once the longest of its kind in the country.
A very satisfying road trip, ticking off many new places we never knew existed.

Queenstown Quest

We awoke to snow in Hawea which almost meant a whole day inside keeping warm. It soon stopped so the day’s plan – a trip to Queenstown was back on.
We headed to Below Zero, a bar in a refrigeration unit where the seats, sculptures and glasses are made out of ice. My fingernails felt like they were going to drop off and Daddy Pigalina’s juice froze solid.
On the way back to Hawea we stopped off in Kawarau Gorge where Mummy Pigalina did a bungy jump! Not our average Saturday.

Thanks For The Holiday, Your Madge

It is the law that every British citizen must display a photo of our beloved Queen in their home. This proudly hangs in a room at Pigalina’s house.
Today is the start of a three day weekend in NZ, Queen’s Birthday weekend. Thanks for the holiday! I intend to do nothing.

Waitangi Day Adventures

To celebrate the public holiday the Pigalinas and Tobias went for a hike up Flagstaff.  (I must say, I don’t recommend doing it in the midday sun, right after chomping down a 6 inch sub and a Red Bull).

The bees and flies found the Pigalinas irresistible in their yellow and white t-shirts.  The views over the city were fantastic and it is always fascinating to see how everything fits together from above; I could almost see my house from there.

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Dont be fooled, that says 666.3 metres, not 6663, we would have been waving to plane passengers at that altitude.

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After lugging a bowl and water the whole way for him, Tobias chose to drink from a puddle at the summit.  

Big Day Out 2014

The annual Pigalina pilgrimage to Auckland and The Big Day Out did not disappoint. Sunshine! (actual sunshine, not some obscure band) Snoop Dogg! Pearl Jam! The Lumineers! The 1975! Grouplove! Portugal. The Man (extra points for singing “Dayman” from It’s Always Sunny…) And, the best of the day The Hives. Of you ever get a chance to see The Hives live, do it, you won’t regret it.

365 day photo challenge December 27

Packing to go on holiday. My suitcase was $3 from the recycle centre at the tip because the stitching on the handle had broken. I am always paranoid that it has been used for drug running, prior to my purchase, and I will get in huge trub. I wiped it down with cleaning solution again and I have to remind myself it made it around the world with no worries but it still nags in the back of my mind…