I shouldn't have wished for more time travelling by own force, that my legs would carry me instead of a bus or a plane.
The sun sets late so I thought it was a good idea to head to the mountains although it was already past five in the afternoon. After a quick glance at the map I decided my goal and estimated it would be doable to get there and back before sunset. As I started the trail, people were going the other direction. Everyone was done for the day, did their treks already. (I was on a bus before so I couldn't join the great mass early in the morning.) I find it easier to enjoy nature without the crowd so I was pleased anyway. The trail was mainly dirt with a dash of rocks here and there. Some parts were more rocks than anything else but in general I found the trail possible to run. So I did. I ran a little. walked a little. Ran a little again. My goal was within reach - just a minute away - and suddenly my shoe hit a rock and I started to fly forward. I don't need a plane! was NOT a thought that crossed my mind at that moment. My hands were holding down my backpack by its straps and therefore I was flying with my head first. Although everything just happened in less than a second it's amazing how many thoughts there's time for in such a short time. I was certain I would land on my head and that I would die. The rocks were not so many here, more like big puddles but many enough that I would easily hit one or two with my body. My toes touched the ground again and for a millisecond it felt like I would land on my feet. It was only a scrape on the surface and the next millisecond I continued my flying. The backpack was at a steady speed and tried to push me forward as I slowed down and started my descendant back to earth. Thanks to good reflexes (or something like that) I managed to keep my head safe. All at once, my hands and knees reached the dirt below me and I came to a sudden halt.
The pain in my left knee was absolute. It felt as if I no more had a knee. I slowly tried to get up, not too fast. My left hand was bleeding a little and I was afraid to look down to see my torn trousers. The rocks on the trail were there and I realized I didn't hit any of them. Lucky! The blood pounded in both my palms but I was still happy when I looked down and found out my pants were okey. Good quality. I limped my way down to the water to clean myself off.
Should I see what my knee looks like under the strong fabric of my pants? I decided I couldn't do anything about it at the time no matter what. I started my almost two hours walk/limping/half running back to the village. Well, I beat the darkness but I'm not so sure about my abilities any longer :)
I did enjoy the views, the silence and the fresh air - before the "incident". Maybe it's a bad idea to head out alone when you're alone out there too. Just a thought.