Today was pretty awful. The night before I had been complaining to Rob that my shoulder was still hurting a lot, much more than my broken elbow or wrist. We had looked and realised that it had a strange lump on it, and was very different to my other one. Rob was worried and sent a picture to a friend who is an orthopaedic surgeon, who had said it looked like a dislocated collar bone, and to get an X-ray.

We woke up to read his message, and after more calls to the insurance companies went straight to the hospital. Needless to say, after another few wasted hours at another hospital, he turned out to be right.

I realised at that point that it would be stupid and dangerous to try to do the Inca trail with two serious injuries to one arm and the other in a cast. Rob hadn't been keen on me doing it anyway, so with that I gave it up. It was the first time I'd cried since the accident.

However, we were still on the trip of a lifetime and I was determined that if I couldn't do the Inca Trail now then we would need to come back and do it, and the remaining two weeks of Peru, as soon as I could. I therefore needed a good plan B to make up for it. Rob called our travel agents, and within a couple of hours we'd pulled our flights to LA forward, and I began googling where we could fly to cheaply from there!

I'm still really disappointed as I'd been really looking forward to it for months, but I'm determined to do it!