Africa is kicking my butt.
From scratching itchy bug bites to impaling myself on my surfboard, I have not done the best job of taking care of my newly tanned skin. Last night we went out for a sunset surf session where I tumbled under a wave and cut my elbow on the fin of my board. I've also recently wrecked my shin on a rock (1st/2nd picture), scraped my palms when I fell playing soccer (3rd picture), and rammed my arm pretty hard into my board (4th picture).
For as much as I complain, being cut, scraped, and bruised is a small price to pay for being here doing what I'm doing. In the words of Chris Cagle, "Scars heal. Glory fades. And all we're left with are the memories made." :)