It would have been great to have stayed in Morocco but I had little choice other than to return to Europe to sort out my prostate problems. Not lingering I made my way north along the Atlantic coast towards Tangier, enjoying the warm sunny weather that would soon be replaced by the cold of the European winter months. Once back in Algeciras, Spain I took the main A-7 autoroute which hugs the coast for most of it's length heading for Barcelona. To save some time I'd decided to take a ferry from Barcelona back to Civitavecchia, Roma, Italy where I would be able to get seen by doctors quickly.
Having friends living just north of Barcelona I thought I'd pop in to say hello, before taking the ferry the following day, bad idea. About 10 kilometres from there house I got involved in a multi car pile up on the motorway leaving Kooky broken and un-drivable. My bad luck was going from bad to worse. My friends picked me up after Kooky was taken away from the accident site on the back of a low- loader. Feeling really depressed I drowned my sorrows in some good red wine, thinking about how my good fortune had suddenly gone southwards. After a restless night I returned to the garage to remove everything from Kooky. Fortunately my friends had found space to store all my worldly goods.
Unsure what would be happening with the camper, it certainly wasn't drivable, I cancelled my ferry booking and managed to book a flight to Rome from Barcelona. With just a small bag of clothes, my computers and some toiletries I arrived in Rome on Sunday afternoon. So much seemed to have happened in such a short period of time I had trouble trying to keep up with things. A doctors appointment had been made for me at a nearby hospital by friends for Tuesday morning, which confirmed the need to act quickly regarding my prostate. Blood tests, a bone scan and a full CAT scan were booked as was an electrocardiogram test. With everything but the CAT scan done, which has been scheduled for Monday morning, I started to relax just a little. The hospital then called to say they wanted me to have pre-op tests done, also on Monday morning so I'm now trying to fit everything in. If all goes well I hope to be clear to have an operation in the next week or ten days. My bone scan results confirm I have no abnormalities there so its just the prostate thats the problem, thank goodness. I now just have to wait for the go ahead from the hospital.
As for Kooky, well the insurance company are going to repatriate him to the UK where engineers will determine the extent of the damage and what to do next, hopefully he will be able to be repaired, but I not so sure, time will tell. It's all now just a waiting game. Hopefully it won't be too long before both Kooky and I are back to full health.
It seems I've been travelling all my life. For the past eight years I've been following a simple, nomadic lifestyle, living and traveling full time in a camper van and meeting with other like minded travellers.
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