I am sorry to report that the observation at the end of the lost posting that nothing is certain on a bike trip has proved sadly prescient. About 10 miles into our ride back to E Paso a group of large, probably wild dogs appeared from nowhere and started to attack us. We were riding side by side and both speeded up to avoid the jaws that were trying to bite our legs, and somehow our bikes came together and I fell to the ground and slid along the road. Strangely the dogs were so shocked by this that they backed off. We later learned that another cyclist who came to the same hospital this weekend was not so lucky and suffered serious dog bites after being attacked.
The pain from my left shoulder and arms was instantly excruciating and I knew straightaway that this was serious. A farmer who was ploughing his field and saw everything stopped and caused a truck to stop. This heroic guy, called John, took us 30 miles to the nearest Emergency Hospital and helped with all the gear – a really nice guy going way out of his way.
I was treated by the lovely medical team and diagnosed with a broken collar bone (clavicle), 7 broken ribs and extensive bruising and scarring. This is frankly not a great place to be but the pain has eased over the last 36 hours with copious amounts of morphine.
I was transferred to a larger hospital and after X-Rays and CT scans, hope to be discharged tomorrow. We have not yet inspected the bike but it will need repairing – a job for Mark Young when we get home.
But that is the end of this trip. We both feel pretty gutted but hope you have enjoyed the blog so far.