The day after Christmas.
The night before, I had slipped and jammed my leg into a crevice, breaking my ankle in a few places. I spent all night in my tent awake, unable to sleep because of the pain.
In the mornning, a neighboring camper who was heading back to Santa Monica helped me get to the hospital. I left the bike, tent, all of my gear and everything at the campground.
So much for Central America.
Fall Down Go Boom