But when we later walk by a little creek up to a waterfall to wash off the dirt and sweat, I hear a scream behind me. And when I turn around poor V has slipped on the muddy bank and her right wrist has a crazy s-shaped form. Her face is pale and she’s badly hurt.
It has started to rain, and the night falls quick. The guides who initially tried to assure us that a little massage would surely help, finally realize that the situation is urgent. We understand the fix they’re in, if a tourist is hurt on their shift they might lose their attractive job. But we have to get V to a hospital, and the nearest place is Medan, a big city some 40 kilometers east.