“I told my doctor that I broke my legs in two places. He told me to quit going to those places” – Henry Youngman
Well, my doctor didn’t. My dad did when I went back to visit him in Malaysia, in a wheelchair. That was definitely the highlight of the past seven months I’ve been away from the blog. This is Misshoggy, writing from my second year in South Korea.
So I had a tumble over some wintry slippery stairs back in January and broke my foot. Breaking some bone might not be part of leaving home, but getting sick is. I just somehow managed to break my leg instead of getting a flu. Despite some paternal concerns, I haven’t stopped going places yet. I was in fact travelling in Singapore and my birthplace, Malaysia with a broken foot, on a wheelchair.
At the next post, I will be sharing my wheelchair (crutches) travelling experience in Singapore and Malaysia. It involved a lot of begging and apologising and pushing and hating places with no elevator. It was really memorable and I actually enjoyed the trip, funnily enough.