The foot incident

The phone rings in the room.
I turn off the shower and proceed to the bathroom door in my towel.
Having trouble opening the lock, due to the door being warped and causing tension on the lock, I try lean my shoulder against it.
I slip across the door. Shoulder's too wet.
Phone still ringing.
"Grab the lock and kick with your foot while holding the towel Bean" - I said to myself.
*Kick*
The phone stops ringing.
Someones talking on the phone....Tim.
Tim has answered it.
Good man Tim.
Then it hits.
An intense pain in the foot.
After a muffled curse and some moaning I go out into the room, the plot to open the door was successful.
I take the phone, it's Mam.
I'm slipping on something....
Blood.

As it turns out, there was the flat head of a nail(Shtuck out about 5mm) keeping the bottom of the warped door in place.
"Mam can you ring me back in three minutes?"

What a bloody arsh eh?!

Well it's not brilliant I can tell you.
It puts a dampener on the things I came to Chiang Mai for: A hill trek, perusing markets, foot massage and the biggest rock climbing in south east asia.
Foiled.

Well that's what I get.

Here's some photos of it all better after the blood stopped: