When? It’s the big question. When will I be cycling out of Dakar following the machete attack that left gashes in my left wrist and foot just over a week ago? I’ve been asking myself this every day since waking up from the operation. The simple and frustrating answer is I don’t know.
The good news is that I’m walking again. For the first three days following the attack I took permanent residence on my host’s sofa. When crutches finally became available (courtesy of the magical French woman who rescued me at the roadside) I was already hobbling around, and soon after walking with a limp. This is fast disappearing.