On Saturday morning we were transfered back to Dublin Airport and I had a flight ticket for Frankfurt. I have to admit that with my knee I was more than happy to get home and had already arranged someone to pick me up and get me straight to the hospital.

The flight itself seemed to take hours (so at least told me the pain in my knee…because sitting in a tiny airplane and not beeing able to bow the knee is pure terror). When we finally reached Frankfurt we needed an whole hour to get through the passcontrol (they had only one counter open…perfect) and then luckily my best friend was already waiting to get me to the hospital. There the big surprise…I was told they could not sew the wound anymore (too late) and they made x-ray-images from my knee to be sure nothing was broken. Finally it took me six weeks to get that one totally healed and I received a lasting memory of that wonderfull Northern Ireland trip, a 5 centimeter scar on my right knee.