Locombia 2017 Chapter Five: The Final Touch
Lars has made another attempt at fixing me.
The shoulder is my main concern for this trip. The muscle knot won’t go away easily, and I worry I will be be locked in a position looking slightly upwards towards the right as if I’m scouting possible falling pianos permanently.
Enter Lars. Lars has given me some awfully tough love for the past month. Five session with shoulder rubbing and thumbs stuck deep in my back muscles. Lars thinks I will be fine. I have invited him to the trip as the mission physiotherapist/masseuse. He was very interested until he realized that he has bills to pay and that the post as mission physiotherapist/masseuse wouldn’t even include a stipend for food.
After five sessions I feel slightly better and I’m left to take care of myself as best I know. The golf and tennis balls will hopefully help a bit (no, they were never intended for golfing and playing tennis), and I will find space for an elastic band to do exercise in spare moments.
Some other items have made it to my pack list as well, after Omar stressed we will pass 4,000 meters above sea level and it may be cold.
In the meantime, on the other side of the Atlantic, Omar has had a different approach to packing than my systematic list. Take note that we are going to the coffee lands in the country that arguably produces the best coffee in the world, and Omar is packing instant coffee from Starbucks. Oh, the irony.
Take-off is hours away.