Hit a crack in the pavement while my eyes were trained on the contents of a chinese grocery store display window. Ankle folding in but camera held high, I managed to sustain only minor bruising as I collide first with rubbish bins, then with the very clean but very solid street.

 

 

Ignoring any and all signs to watch out for slippery places (we're in the desert! I tell myself) I make a spectacular flop as my feet go out from under me and I slide down the marble steps almost right into the casino. Who says I don't know how to make an entrance?

 

 

Again, that evil crack in the pavement calls me to earth as I face plant in the parking lot EXIT with a car attempting to leave as my wife and grandmother watch on in horror. I'm met with a reprieve as the driver realizes his insurance rates might go up.

 

 

For once I was walking down hill on a completely smooth sidewalk when my shoes betrayed me and said "No! We don't want to leave the ground! Head! Ass! Come join us!" Another face plant though I just managed to get my palms down to keep from having a flattened nose.

 

 

Running down to see the waters edge to paddle with the woman who would become my wife. She sprints along and gets to the water only to find that may yards back I had hit a hole in the sand and gone down like the Hindenberg.

 

 

After a pilgrimage down to see the bridge made famous by the Winnie the Pooh story and losing at Pooh Sticks we walked back through the mud and I managed a slip that encased me in mud from the waste down, forcing a quick change of clothes in the car park as we were on our way to the airport.

 

 

We were on a cricket tour. Ok. This time I actually had been drinking. Out with a few of the lads for a ramble through the local watering holes I managed to stumble on an uneven curb and do a complete dive. No bruises or scrapes, and I believe that had I been stone cold sober and not so relaxed things might have been different.

 

 

The sidewalk on the steep hill leading down the back side of the Zeynep Sultan Mosque is a continuos sheet of pavement except for one small step. One very small step. I managed to hit it, trip, and roll three times ending up flat on my back. Six people rushed up, dusted me off and asked almost in unison "Are you good sir?!"

 

 

I missed my chair. Landed flat on my back in front of two colleagues. Very dignified.