I planned to rest 3-4 days in a forest 11k out of town, so I rode 5k to a supermarket stocking up for 4-5 days and another 5k to a village to get water. Christie (whose door I knocked on) offered I could camp in her backyard, so I set up the tent falling over several times, because the leg didn't support me. Speaking English and going to the hospital shortly with her broken ankle seemed like a sign from the Universe, so I went along to the hospital where they x-ray showed a broken leg...