I was sprinting across a gravel car park to catch a ferry in Portugal, tripped over a bit of concrete and landed on my face.

Some guy helped me up, I said "am I ok?", he made a "not really" face and helped me over to the ferry station, where the guards saw me catching blood in my jumper, sighed and called for an ambulance.

At the hospital they removed a few stones that were lodged in my face, sewed me up and released me into the streets. For the next few weeks people asked me if I'd been in a motorbike accident and I had to tell them "no, I just fell down" or when I got tired of that "I'm just not very good at shaving." It's healed now, but I've got an ugly scar across my chin.

I could've just waited half an hour for another ferry.
( Zuowan, Thu 28 Nov 2013, 13:30, Reply)