Rest on crutches.
It so happened that at the end of April I got a rather unpleasant injury, and as a result, my leg was plastered. There was no reason to worry. Vacation was planned for July. There was a wagon. But everything was not easy. The cast was taken off the day before my flight. Having no experience of fractures, I thought that the doctor, having removed the plaster, would lay his right hand on my forehead and say, "The Lord has given you legs. Get up and go. Aliluyah! " And I'll throw away my crutches and get up and go. Yeah.....I'll have to learn to walk again for at least another three months.
But don't cancel the flight to the sea because of such nonsense.
As it turned out, the presence of crutches gives a fair amount of bonuses and advantages that a healthy person is deprived of.
I'll start with the airport. Our flight was on July 1st. And the day before, a deadly storm raged in Moscow and, as a result, hundreds of flights were delayed. In Domodedo, hell was going on. There were people in one queue to check in for three different flights at once. The same thing happened at the gate. The buses that carried passengers to the planes had signs with final destinations on the windshield, which was very reminiscent of minibuses. But it was not written "Bus Station" or "Market", but Milan, Tivat or Zakynthos. And people from the crowd looked for the right route with their eyes.
It must be admitted that Domodedovo, despite the crisis situation, worked flawlessly. Passengers from delayed flights were constantly invited to dinner by the speaker. The poor fellows from the flight of the Lucky Air company (Translation - happy), delayed by 35 hours, were especially remembered. Bottled water was handed out to everyone. But still there were many inconveniences.
But I'm on crutches.
My family was taken out of the queue for both registration and passport control. The beauty! But our flight was also delayed. For two and a half hours. Not for long, but still. I wanted to smoke. And in Domodedovo, thanks to the deputy's pseudo-concern for health, all smoking rooms were closed. How would I smoke if I was on my feet? In a not quite clean cubicle of a common toilet in three puffs, reading strange inscriptions on the walls along the way, like "Sveta I love you. " (I don't understand why it doesn't occur to these woodpeckers that Sveta doesn't go to the men's restroom? )
And now I legally proceeded to the spacious, dazzlingly clean bathroom for the disabled and smoked leisurely and with pleasure.
We flew away and the rest began.
Of course, I experienced some difficulties when entering the sea and the pool. But people around me always helped me. Several times I was simply carried out of the sea on my hands, although I weigh not 40 kg.
Almost everything was possible for me, but there were exceptions.
When I took my family and friends to the local zoo, I realized that I couldn't walk along its narrow paths. Well, okay. I've been there twice already. I stayed in the cafeteria at the entrance and enjoyed the frappe (free, because the crutches). But here I was in for a failure. Previously, deer freely entered this cafeteria and embarrassedly ate my cigarette butts from the ashtray.
There were no deer this time. Instead, a turkey walked among the tables. Disgusting, stupid, annoying creature. The quintessence of all nightmares and fears. Even Babayka looks handsome against his background. This "Nightingale of Zakynthos, a small bird" was shaking as if in agony and continuously shitting on the floor.
And molested me. When I began to drive him away with a crutch, then some crazy girl ran out of the administration building, she looked like a militant fruitarian and began to yell at me, in the sense that Oscar (that was the name of the monster) is the cutest affectionate little animal, and I am an enemy of nature and in general meat eater.
This was the only instance of disrespect for my crutches. Although no. Here's almost another one:
At night I went to a very English bar to drink a glass of freshly squeezed juice. Other establishments were already closed. A noisy group of Englishmen hung out in the bar. I walked over to the counter, leaned my crutches against it, and placed my order. Nearby, a red-faced, bald, stocky British man grabbed 4 bar stools and lay on his stomach on them. He was bukh in sawdust.
"Sir, " I said to him, "can you give me one of these chairs? ".
The English language is poor in bland words, so that the red-faced one answered me using only one of them. "Why don't you go and sit down at the fucking table, fucking boy? "
I said it was hard. And he kicked me lightly in the chest with his fist. I began to slowly collapse.
And then he saw my crutches. What started here! He picked me up, lifted me up, seated me immediately on two shifted chairs and at the same time kept saying - "Oh my fucking eyes! I'm a fucking shield. Fucking fight, accept my fucking apologies. I didn't notice your fucking legs. this was unexpected. He went to the far end and there he said - "Oh fuckin life. Now it's boring again..... '
By the way, the British disappointed me. Here is a photo from the water park. A group of English students sat next to me. Four guys and four sweetest girls. At some point, they just got up and left, leaving behind empty bottles, bags and bits. And the urn was two meters away.
In the water park, all sorts of slides and jumps were not available to me. But Fortune presented an unexpected gift in the form of compensation. Deciding to swim in an artificial river on an inflatable ring, I hobbled to the landing site. There I was picked up by a young, sexy, lifeguard in a tight swimsuit and began to gently help me to perch on the circle. I immediately became completely helpless and she had to really hug me. And a stupid rhyme was spinning in my head -
Each animal loves another animal,
And mine is somehow sad for love,
Who will take care of me, poor thing,
And press him to his big pile? . .
In general, all the islanders treated me with tenderness and surrounded me with care and friendliness.
A young Greek gave me a ride in an interesting 1978 Opel Manta pseudo-sport car.
The owner of the rental office let me sit in the sidecar of a perfectly restored 1957 Vespa scooter. And others were even forbidden to touch this rarity.
The musicians let them sing with them.
People I apologize for so many of me in the photo. But the fact is that the object of the story is my crutches. Well, I'm like an application to them. So it's inevitable.
Here, for a change, is a photo of Zakynthos beauty.
Or a photo of a kitty - mother, who carries a sausage to her kittens. Although my crutches are also present in this photo.
My limited mobility did not allow me some things, but it allowed me to see a lot that it would be a pity to miss. Let's say we went to the observation deck over Navagio Bay. This site has an interesting history. Having visited Zakynthos twice, I tried to find it. Unsuccessfully. The fact is that local residents break road signs so that people do not find the way and turn to the piers, where they take them to Navagio on boats and boats for money. But this time it worked.
I hobbled over to the small balcony and was able to see this.
And this.
But my friends went along the narrow mountain path of the narrow cape and were able to see everything a little wider. .
But while they were walking, I saw such a touching picture.
And in the children's amusement park, I did not fly on different stupid devices, like my children.
A went to wander around and came across such rarities that just stood in someone's garden.
Dodge "Three-quarters" 1943.
And next to it is Willys MB of the same years.
In general, everything is fine with old and even rare cars in Zakynthos.
Here, for example, is an unexpected meeting. Moskvich 403. The garage has rotted away for a long time, but the car is not there yet. I learned the story of a fellow countryman. It turned out that he worked on the island as a taxi for a long time.
Of course, many strangers helped me. But I was there with my family and friends. It would have been much harder without their help.
Here, let's say, I bravely, with a firm hand, direct the boat to the turtle island. standing.
It is not visible in the photo, but behind me is insured by a powerful and reliable friend like a rock. As a thank you, I gave him and a friend a little steer.
Although on the island itself I sat and basked in the sun, while the rest went to look at the turtle nests,
I wasn't particularly upset. Being at the helm, one could see much more interesting objects than turtle eggs. Let's say such an unusual craft. And nearby is a stall floating on the surrounding islands.
Of course, a walk through the mountains and olive forests is a romantic event. But sitting, smoking, waiting for friends and chatting heart to heart with Janis, the owner of the stable, is also not bad.
And all the more pleasant to sit and smoke in the shade, when others dragged themselves through the heat to look at some other stunning view.
I wrote this entire text in order to help and cheer up a person who, God forbid, finds himself in a similar situation. Yes, a lot is not available. But this inaccessible is optional. Yes, I did not slide down the slide in the water park and did not see several views. But crutches did not prevent me from making new interesting friends.
In the hotel, I showed the children tricks. This is my hobby. I taught the son of this giant excavator operator from Italy a few tricks. Now we can say that we are friends with families.
It helped me a lot that I could drive a car. Not fast, but he could.
By the way, cars and prices.
Matiz. The cheapest offer. 30 e a day. Wheelbarrow is 17 years old. Engine 0.8 l. Brutal, uncompromising condo. But unfortunately the interior is in poor condition. Spots and sticky chewing gum everywhere. I had to pass in a day.
New Peugeot 208.40 E. per day.
Volkswagen Caddy. 7 places. 75 E. per day.
My only disappointment is this chest. I found it in the garbage and could not figure out how to ship it to Moscow. But this has nothing to do with crutches.
So, no matter what, go and enjoy the sea. To help you, two more of my stories about the rest with a disabled person - a wheelchair user.
http://www.turpravda.com/gr/blog-72486.html
http://www.turpravda.com/gr/blog-90192.html
P. S.
At the request of one nice old lady, I am posting a photo with food. Alas, there are only two.
Good luck to everyone.
