In Tokyo, I got lost at a major Shinto temple at closing time. Peichi ended up at the exit we were supposed to be at, and I ended up on the opposite side. It is easier to do than one might think, with surrounding tall trees, and darkness encroaching. The guards would not let me go back in to find Peichi, and made me wait while they chattered into the walkie-talkie. They finally did give me directions to the other side of the park from outside streets.
By the time that I got the security guard to let me go, it was 20 minutes after closing. He said that it was a 20 minute walk. I was worried. Both Peichi and I knew how to get back to the hostel where we were staying, so I wasn’t worried that one of us would be scared and lost. But we did have many plans for the rest of the night that did not include 30 minute trips back to our room. So, I ran.
My legs were already tired from walking all over Tokyo. My knee had been recovering from some strange pain that I acquired weeks ago, and I was generally exhausted from the trip. I ran anyway, not wanting to worry Peichi, or miss her. I arrived out of breath, to a generally unhappy wife, but relieved that tragedy had been averted, or so I thought.
As I regained my composure and we began to walk down the stairs into the subway at Harajuku station, I felt a strange clicking in my knee, and a wonderful explosion of pain with every step. Walking hurt, climbing stairs was excruciating, but I grinned and bared it.
The next day (the day of our afternoon flight to Taipei) my knee felt the same. I was beginning to get worried, but I was determined not to let this cause too much disruption to our trip. I did my best to keep it to myself, although of course Peichi knew. All of this is important back-story to events in Tainan.
P.S. To alleviate anyone’s fears, while the clicking remains, and there is still some pain, I am confident that I will get over it in time.