Last night in the hotel the noise was dreadful, the noise of the boats playing music, the car horns, the music from cars and the inconsiderate bastards that were talking till 5 am in the street. Even though my room was on the fifth floor the noise just carried as if they were outside the door, so not a good last night. Mind you my foot looked way better this morning.

The swelling is still going down and my ankle on the right side of my foot, which is still quite ugly looking, but I can see a big difference. As I put on the anti inflammatory cream it was easier to touch and I also noticed some definition coming back, I could see the veins on the top of my foot and it just felt better.

I wrapped my bandage around my ankle and kept it high on my calf so that it would be more cushioned against my boots. As I struggled to put on my big thick socks I suddenly got this strong feeling of Deja Vu, I was instantly transported to a point in time somewhere months ago where I had seen this moment before.

I’m happy to be leaving Jordan and moving on although the news this morning about Turkey not being happy because some European countries have been burning the Koran is a worry, so I hope I don’t encounter any problems in Istanbul. I should have taken my Scottish shirt with me.

I’ll get picked up at the airport again because the airport is quite far out and because of my ankle it seemed the sensible thing to do.

I do feel that I would like to pause my travel and have a break and come back to it in about a week. One week at home to recharge the mind and body. It’s exhausting being a tourist at times, especially and injured one.