Katja’s foot is not getting any better unfortunately. After being still during the night it’s killing her to walk on it in the morning.
We do a little research and are still agreed upon the diagnosis Posterior tibial tendon dysfunction. It stems from Katja being close to platfoot and her joy of running and now skipping rope.
After our time here in Phuket we’re going to Krabi for Mandirigma camp with Kali Sikaran International. They’re will be a physio therapist there, Cassy, that we met in Perth. We message her for some info on what to do now while it’s acute, and to make sure Katja gets an appointment with her at camp. Cassy answers straight away, (thank you very much, Cassy) and we go and buy Katja some ankle support. A lot of the Muay Thai practitioners use them, so she’ll be in good company.
We load her up on pain killers and put on the braces and go for a ride. We want to visit another beach, and aim for Nai Harn. We’re about half way there when the rear tire collapses. The speed is just above forty km/h so it’s no danger.
We ask some locals and get sent further down the road. Katja goes into a store while I drive on. I find the little repair shop and get a new hose with the labour for only 160 Bath. That’s about 40 NOK our 4€. I guess the shear number of motorbikes, and thereby needed repair, makes the parts cheap. It’s all fixed I’m matter of minutes and I go back to pick up Katja and continue our journey.
We’re getting hungry and stop by Modena pizza. It’s said to be the best pizza in Phuket. As this is written we have ordered and are awaiting to be served. The wood fired oven is plainly visible and the chef is Italian, more specific from Modena. If we are to trust internet.
Trust the internet! We haven’t had pizza this good in ages. It’s on my top pizza list now.
From there we go to the beach and spend about and hour and a half there. It’s waves with a little size, so if you’re not careful you’ll get water above your head.
We read and listen to audio book before starting on the way home. We find a juice bar and stop to do some rehydration. And wouldn’t you know it; Katja Manage to find two t-shirts to buy. I am speechless.
We stop by the pizza place for a takeaway salami for dinner. Between that, Katja’s doggy bag from earlier and our doggy bags from yesterday we should have enough for dinner.
The drive home is uneventful even though traffic is picking up on a Sunday evening.
The hot water is back at least and a long hot shower is unbelievably delicious.
“I only sing in the shower. I would join a choir, but I don’t think my bathtub can hold that many people. ”
― Jarod Kintz, Who Moved My Choose?: An Amazing Way to Deal With Change by Deciding to Let Indecision Into Your Life