Monday, May 03, 2010

The day the moto trip ended

It always starts the same way: "The day was like any other." We woke up in Cali knowing that we would have to drive through some rain, but still wanting to put on 300-400 km towards the Ecuadorian border. We took the usual snapshots of the hostel we were staying in (the Iguana Hostel in Cali is very motorcycle friendly), battled traffic getting out of town and were soon on the Pan American heading south. The trucks and traffic thinned as we approached the end of the mega Cauca river valley and the start of 300 km if windy mountain roads. But with the mountains came rain so we stopped to put on our GORE-TEX gear, made our luggage waterproof and drove into the rain.
An hour or so later, we passed the city of Popayan. Megan asked if we should stop and check out the town and I said that we shouldn't. We needed to put on some miles and although Popayan has a reputation as a nice colonial town, I just wasn't interested in a quick drive by of a city. We pushed south and in Timbio we stopped for a quick snack at a bakery.
Why am I boring you with all the details of the morning? Well it seems appropriate because this would be the last time this year that we would go through this "routine" of motorcycle travel. About 10 minutes out of Timbio everything changed.
It was starting to rain a little harder so we slowed down a bit on the twisties but none-the-less we had to pass trucks so we would accelerate around them. I was out in front feeling a bit like the road was slippery and megan was hanging behind driving cautiously.
When we ride together and I am out front, I periodically scan my mirrors to see where Megan is. Especially when it comes time to pass a truck. This time I looked back, but didn't see Megan anywhere. No big deal, this happens a lot because she might stop to take a photo or perhaps got stuck behind some traffic or whatever. I slowed down to wait for her to catch up. No Megan. I pulled off to wait for her. After about 30 seconds, no Megan. What I did notice was the lack of traffic coming from where I had just been. This wasn't good.
With quite a bit of fear, I turned around and headed back. I thought to myself, "If she is taking a picture, I am going to be so mad." Still no traffic coming. Oh shit! I started to drive a bit faster and started yelling "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" quite loud and even wailing some. Finally I saw a truck coming my way and the driver stuck his hand out the window to indicate that I was needed behind him. "Shit!" My mind started heading towards worst case scenarios but it also wanted to believe that she was just taking a picture.
I rounded a corner, scanning as best I could for her green jacket when I spotted her sitting in a chair in front of a little farmhouse with people all around her. The bike was on its kickstand, but there were a few parts sitting on the ground next to it. I pulled up, got off the bike with some relief because she was merely sitting in a chair rather than splayed out on the concrete. Her helmet was off and she was fully conscious and alert although a bit frazzled. She was holding her right shoulder but otherwise looked ok. I don't really remember much about what happened then, but she did ask if she had any internal bleeding and if that was going to be a problem. I didn't know, but the fact that she was awake was a good thing and that we really just needed to get her to a hospital as soon as possible. There was a car sitting there and the family stated that there was a hospital back in Popayan, about 30 minutes back. I envisioned putting Megan on the back of my bike, but that seemed out of the question and besides she was already being led to the family's car to be taken to town.
The quick plan that we put together was this. I would put away her bike in the house. I would get some clothes out of her boxes and catch up with the car. I wheeled the bike into the living room, went though her stuff trying to figure out what she might need, got all my stuff together, and with a deep breath I took off.
Then about 2km down the road I realized that I had forgotten the passports. I turned back around to head back to the house. After arriving, I rummaged through our stuff, didn't find them, tore apart my bike, didn't find them and then stopped and thought. Oh yeah! I had given them to Megan to take with her.
It is funny how in these moments, one goes on auto pilot. You just react instead of acting and this can cause problems. I become efficient at some things and inefficient at others (like memory). I suppose this is why training is so important, because you have to trust your instincts and just go with what happens. Don't try to think it through too much. I suppose I was a bit relaxed because after seeing Megan, I knew she was ok (more or less), that she wasn't going to die, and that it somehow would all work out.
So now I was way behind the car and needed to catch up. However, it was raining and from my first aid training, I remembered that the first rule of first aid is to not create another victim. I slowed down, but then became worried that I would never really be able to find Megan. I didn't really know what the car looked like, I hoped that there was only one hospital in town. I started coming up with different plans to get in touch with her. As I was nearing Popayan, I even pulled over to talk with a car that seemed to be flagging me down. I think he just wanted money for gas, but imagine his surprise when this wide eyed white guy pulls up on a motorcycle asking in broken spanish if he had seen my wife and what had happened to her. After figuring out that he knew nothing about my wife, and that he wanted nothing to do with the crazy American, I took off again towards town.
Eventually, I spotted an ambulance and a car parked next it. The people were waving me down so this must be where I needed to be. I stopped, looked into the car and saw Megan lying in the ambulance. I even took this picture because after seeing her I relaxed quite a bit. We still didn't know what was wrong, but her entire right side was in a lot of pain including her hip.
So I followed the Bomberos ambulance (Bomberos is the fire department) to the hospital. I parked my bike in a parking lot, tipped the attendant quite a bit of money to look after it and went into the hospital.
The Hospital

[waiting for xrays] This is where the exciting part of the story ends, and the boring part starts. Although she was in a lot of pain, Megan was for the most part ok. After an initial examination by who we dubbed "the masochist" she was placed in a wheel chair and we waited. And we waited. After 2 hours, we got into another ambulance with a bunch of other people to go get some x-rays. This was a bit frustrating because people didn't really understand how much pain Megan was in and kept trying to lift her into the ambulance. That wasn't going to happen. Finally there was an understanding that perhaps she should be laying down on the stretcher rather than sitting up. Anyway, we made it to the xray room, waited around some more and finally got pictures taken. It was at this point that we realized that she had never been immobilized for her spine or checked out to see if it was damaged. I did my spinal checks from my training as a Wilderness First Responder 10 years ago and she seemed to pass, but we requested x rays of her cervical area just in case.
At this point in the story, things got cool. As we were wheeling Megan back to the ambulance on the stretcher, a white guy and a Colombian guy speaking perfect English asked if Megan was Karen. We said "no" but then the white guy asked if we were from Seattle. This stopped me dead in my tracks (while Megan continued to be wheeled out the door). After a short conversation, it became known that these two were from the Fire Department, that Bill was in Popayan doing a training and that he had heard that there was a woman from Seattle who the Bomberos had worked with. I got a card and a "if there is anything I can do to help, you let me know." I then ran out to the ambulance to find a very scared Megan wondering where the hell I had been.
We returned to the hospital where we had first been admitted, moved Megan into a wheel chair and waited some more. At this point, it was around 7:30 (we had been in the hospital since 2 or 3) and we were told that we were waiting for a specialist to read the xrays and to figure out what to do. There was a shift change at 9, and at 9:30 we were told the specialist wasn't going to be able to see us (or so we thought- everything was in Spanish). Then at 9 when we were hemming and hawing about what to do the specialist saw us. He looked at the x-rays, determined that there was nothing wrong with her hip, but that her clavicle was fractured. There wasn't much he could do about it except prescribe one of those figure 8 things but that we wouldn't be able to get one that night. And that was it.
I wheeled Megan out, with the plan of getting a taxi to take her to a hostel and I would follow the taxi on my bike.
The Bomberos
As we left the ward and went to the place where we pay, there was a posse of Bomberos waiting for us. They said something magical to the desk because we didn't pay a penny. They put Megan into their ambulance and told me to follow them to the fire station where we would work everything out.
After arriving at the station, they said that we would go out that night to get Megan's motorcycle because it wasn't parked in the safest of places (apparently there is still some action in these parts). So at 11:30 we piled into a firetruck (not megan… she was taken to a nearby hotel), woke up the family and I drove the bike back with a firetruck, lights on, right behind me. We left the bikes at the station, I walked to the hotel and after a really long day we laid down and went to sleep.
What really happened
As far as we can piece together from the accident, Megan was riding in the rain. In Colombia, they paint these enormous yellow and white stripes on the road to mark a school zone. Megan hit one of these painted sections, slid a bit, and when she hit the pavement on the other side, her bike high sided. This is when the bike flips back after regaining traction. She wasn't going that fast, but things just came together to cause this to happen. She hit the pavement (still holding on to the bike- the worst thing is to go free of the bike) and her and Gigi (the name of her bike) tumbled once before sliding off the road onto the front door of a family. Fortunately, the woman of this family is a nurse and immediately helped Megan out. This is the same family that then drove Megan to Popayan and called the Bomberos along the way. This is also the same family that I came back and woke up at midnight to get the bike.
I think what really saved megan was the fact the boxes on the back (the right one crushed a bit) kept the bike off of Megan. There is remarkabley little damage to the bike. The front fender broke off (it is only plastic) and the mirror snapped off, but beyond some grinding down for the road, the bike seems fine. Her Arai helmet worked incredibly well. You can see where it hit the pavement, but her head is perfectly fine. The GORE-TEX gear ground up a bit on the pavement, but not actually that much. The materials that Arcteryx uses are incredibly strong given the bashing and sliding that occurred. The riding gear and gloves seemed to do what they are supposed to do. She has no skin abrasions, and the fact that her hip isn't broken probably has a lot to do with the shock absorption of the pants.
I don't really know what to say as far as lessons learned, but the main one is: be really fucking careful in the rain. Anything can cause a slip and consequently a high side. Perhaps the secondary lesson is to befriend the fire department. Fire fighters the world over are an amazing group of people.

The New Plan

The next morning, we finally went out and ate some food (the first time in 24 hours), then walked over to the fire station to look into a new plan. We were greeted like heros. Every person in the station (there are 35 employees and 105 volunteers) came up and asked how we were. The second in command (Henry) had already thought out a plan for us and was getting ready to initiate it. Henry and I would drive the bikes up to his house where they would be safe. In 20 days time, he was going north to Bogota and would take Megan's bike (Gigi) up to Manizales, about 400 km north. We would follow on Irmtraube. The goal was to get the bikes to our friends house, Jairo and Diana (see previous post), where we could leave them for 6 months before returning to Colombia next January to continue the trip. During that 20 day window, we would go down to Cuenca, Ecuador to visit Megan's super good college friend.
Henry is this amazing individual. He works what seems to be all hours at the fire department and at the hospital. He has a wife and an extremely adorable 11 year old girl who now are our extended family in Popayan. A term he uses a lot, and which we have heard many times in Colombia is, our house is your house. We have since gone out for meals with them, hung out at their house and made to feel very much at home. During one such visit, the idea came up to just leave our bikes in the little space behind his house where they would be safe and sound for the next 6 months. This way we wouldn't have transport them back and when we come back in January we would already be near the Ecuadorian border rather than way back up north by Medellin.
So that is the new plan. We are going to Ecuador for 2-3 weeks. The bikes will live at his house (or at the mechanics since Henry is taking them to the mechanic for a little work). We will come back near the end of May, hang out in Popayan for a while longer and then fly home early June to start working a little early.
Henry even has a cousin who works at DIAN (the office for importing vehicles and such) who will extend Gigi and Irmtraube's papers until January.
How lucky are we.

I just want to reiterate again how amazing the Popayan Bomberos have been. We have hung out there quite a bit and every time made to feel extremely comfortable. We chit chat for hours with the various people there, they go out of their way to make us feel good, and then they are off on a call. Pretty amazing.

So that is it. Although this is a tragedy for us, Megan is pretty stinking lucky that she has only broken her right collarbone. But because of this, we have met amazing people and improved our spanish leaps and bounds.
[on the way to Ecuador] As a wise friend once told me, when stuff like this happens, you just have to take the new path and go after it with gusto. Sure it sucks that we can't ride the ladies anymore, but now we will have new adventures. Besides, the ladies will be there next year when we get back.


14 comments:

  1. Oh no! I'm glad to hear that Megan is OK all things considered, but that's a sad stop to your trip. Glad to hear that you plan to pick up where you left off next January.

    I look forward to seeing you both on your return, and hearing more about your trip as I plan mine.

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  2. holy shit! i'm so glad megan is ok! sorry to hear the trip ends so soon, but more to come...

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  3. What a fantastic account of your adventure. I've been on pins & needles over the past few days wondering what's been going on - had a hard time waiting for the blog post. I'm so glad everything is working out! Heal quickly Megan!

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  4. I was wondering why you guys were quiet...I'm so glad you're ok, Megan, in spite of the collar bone. But it sound like you guys had another great experience with the firefighters. Looking forward to seeing you guys in June--we'll probably get back to town about the same time!

    And, there's nothing wrong with breaking the trip up like that. It just means more adventures, right?

    Seriously, I'm glad you're ok. Very glad.

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  5. A broken collar bone has never sounded so sweet! I'm so glad Megan is relatively ok. And it just so happens I get my life back at the beginning of June, so I can help with any doting on Megan that will still need to happen for optimal recovery when you return! Way to have a fantastic attitude Marshall - Can't wait to see you both.

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  6. Oh man, I am SOOOO relieved that you made it through this OK, Megan, and that you guys both had so many amazing Popayan guardian bomberos/helpful bystanders on your side to help you through the process. I can't think of a more resilient, optimistic, capable duo--you guys can take anything the, at times, windy and frustratingly slick(!) road of life throws at you, and walk away with a lifetime worth of best friends, and big smiles on your faces. Travel was made for people with your guys' adventurous spirit, and warm open hearts! You'll have so much fun in Cuenca, Megan's shoulder will heal lickety split, and "the girls" will get a chance to hone their motorcycle espanol while they wait to be reunited with you guys for the second half of your journey! Feel better soon, and happy safe travels in the southern hemisphere!!!

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  7. Thanks for all the great words. As we were riding the bus from Popayan to Quito the day before yesterday, I came up with a long list of why motos are cooler than busses. On those windy roads, I think safety maybe even be an advantage on the motos. We are happy to be in Cuenca now. The weather is a lot like Seattle so we feel at home.

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  8. Whoa, what a development. I'm glad Megan is (relatively) OK, I guess this is why it's an adventure... look forward to seeing you when you get back!

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  9. Scary. Bummer. Shit...I'm so glad you're okay, Megan.

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  10. We’re extremely glad Megan’s injuries weren’t worse and that you’re still able to enjoy the time together on your journey! (your experience was eerily similar to ours in New Zealand). We have no doubt you’ll have some amazing experience or opportunity back in the states this summer that wouldn’t otherwise have presented itself if your plans hadn’t changed.

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  11. Welcome to the broken collar bone club, Megan. A day or two before this happened to you Caitlin and I were talking about how cool your trip was. Don and I went to a trunk show she had in Belltown and guess what earrings I bought, the "Megans". :-) I was channeling you......take good care and we'll see you when you're back in Seattle.

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  12. We are sooo glad you are OK Megan, broken collar bone, ouch! You are in our thoughts.

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  13. Clavicle Schmavicle!
    Nothing's going to stop you two badasses.
    Looking forward to seeing you in Seattle.
    xoxof

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  14. Sorry to hear the news. Glad Megan is in relatively good shape. We call that the motocrosser's mosquito bite. We've all done it...me included. Glad to hear the Zega Cases offered some protection in the slide. Looking forward to seeing you back in Seattle!

    Paul Guillien
    General Manager
    Touratech-USA

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