The first day of our vacation in France, we wake up in a seaside village called Cassis. We’re planning to hike out to these cool coves called the Calanques and do some climbing. We head to nice breakfast prepared by our host at about 8am, and are disappointed to hear that the Calanques are only open from 6am to 11am today. So we decide to prepare for a 6am start in case the same thing happens tomorrow. So we head out on a casual walk around town, in flip flops of course, and make sure to walk by the trailhead well take tomorrow.
BLAM. FUCK comes out of my mouth as I kick a rock, with my big toe, since I’m wearing the flops. I’m swearing, and walk over to sit down until it stops hurting. My wife asks “are you ok?”. “Yeah I’m fine it just hurt.. wait no.” I’d bothered to actually look at my toe, and there is a huge hole in it, over a flip flop covered in blood. “Holy shit I think I might have ruined our vacation, my toe looks really bad”.
So we I hobble back to our hotel, and sit in the shower to rinse off blood and bandage up the toe, hoping its not as bad as it looks. After about an hour of resting with the foot elevated I started walking around again, and it only hurt a little. So we headed to the beach below our hotel, which turns out to be really nice, and a nude beach.
The beach is just flat smooth rocks, which are nice to lie on, and don’t get up in your junk like sand. My bandages all fell off after 5 minutes in the ocean, but I think it cleaned the toe out really well, because I was able to tape down the tie flapper much tighter when we got back to the hotel.
I felt like you’d rather not see a bloody toe, and its probably not cool to take pictures at the nude beach, so you get a text post.
Stay tuned for pics from climbing in the Calanques with my toe flapper.