As usual, we lost track of time a bit and scurried to get the girls ready for the plane in time. Luckily, the airport is only a fifteen minute bikeride away. We raced down the hill and in this hysteria Oli misplaced his foot on the skateboard and fell. Badly. He told us his shoulder felt dislocated, but there was no time to lose, so we pressed on towards the airport. Once arrived Oli was sweating heavily, and we said our goodbye's quickly.
Later that day Oli woke up with excruciating pain and knew he needed to go to the hospital. Stef accompanied him and helped find an English speaking doctor. Even though the place seemed a bit primitive and unclean, Oli couldn't take the pain any longer and decided to go for the recommended surgery. The experience was anything but pleasant. He was almost dosing off when they shove a tube down his nose to clear his stomach and then brought him straight to the operating room.
Waiting on news from Oli and sad the girls were gone, we wandered around the hostel aimlessly eating icecream. When he finally woke up, the three of us jumped in the taxi to hear how everything went. There wasn't a whole lot to hear about since we could only see him for 45 seconds. They told us to go buy him some food, which we then did and left for him, since he had to stay the night for evaluation and in the morning.