As a grand finale to our trip, T hit his head on the slide in the splash pool.
I didn't see it, because, for the split second that took, I was watching his brothers. When I looked up to see where he was, a man was carrying him out of the pool. It seems he had lost consciousness slightly.
This meant we needed to get his head scanned and there was a risk we could not make our flight.
Other than my worry about the medical care available (we visited the hospital but they did not have a CT scan machine there - or anywhere on the island), I'd really had enough of water shortages and hotel buggies carting drunk singing men back to their rooms after midnight.
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