May 19, 2008 we docked in Fengdu, disembarked and knew to expect a 3 minute siren would sound from our ship.
We would then join 1.3 billion Chinese and stand quietly, marking the exact time the earthquake struck one week prior in Sichuan Province. Three minutes of inner silence, inner reflection and remembrance.
Fengdu is located high above the Yangtze River; chair lifts are used for transportation up and down.
I have snow skied in my life, a chair lift was not a foreign object to me. Cheryl (from Michigan) got on one side and I, onto the other side.
We pulled down the safety bar. I never saw what slammed in from behind and clobbered my right leg calf. I let out a shriek of pain and our ship’s siren began.
That night I did question my sanity, perhaps traveling alone in China wasn’t such a bright idea.
The bone was not broken, the injury was tantamount to surgical varicose vein stripping without anesthesia. That was not a foreign concept to me either. It would take at least 2 months to recover. I could finish this trip, the two most important treatments were 1)”keep the leg moving” to prevent blood clots and 2) “keep the injury tightly bound”. My refrigerator list back home, do-not-forget items, I had listed support hose. I could wear two pairs, and my friends from Michigan had packed Advil!
Fengdu is truly noted in history as a Ghost Town!
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