I've been dying to share this story with you all and i need to write it down so that I never forget any detail. My husband and I embarked on the most special trip ever, December 2018 for a one month honeymoon in Australia and Fiji (we're from the south of Europe). Things started off on the wrong foot from the get-go, with our connecting flight in China being delayed and we had to literally run our lungs out when everyone at the airport said we weren't going to make it. We tried anyway and were the last ones allowed on the plane.. Once we got to Sydney obviously our bags didn't get there but that wasn't going to stop us from being excited to start our honeymoon.. We stayed in the WORST location in Sydney full of drunken kids vomiting on our door every night, but we were ecstatic to be there. A couple of days later we flew to Fiji and stayed in our amazing private-pool villa for one week of pure bliss. On one of the days around sunset my husband says he's going swimming (I assumed to the pool) but after a while I go and check on him as it's getting dark and we would be late for dinner and he's no where to be found. So i go to the beach to see if i could see something but by now there's little illumination. I start shouting his name to see if he would hear me but nothing... after 10 minutes of stress I see a snorkel tube thing reaaaallly far away from shore shaking a bit and you could see that there's movement in the water as suddenly i see my husband swimming quickly towards the beach. As soon as he lays on the sand, out of breath he says 'omg I'm alive.' I was like wtf??? Apparently he was in the deep ocean, snorkeling and suddenly gets surrounded by 3 sharks, they approach him, trying to smell him, another one eats a fish in front of him as he tries to stay calm and swim towards the corals (where there is no depth for them) and make his way towards the beach. They start surrounding him until he's completely in the shallow end and they cannot swim there. Flash forward a week or so later and we're in our car deciding if we should fly that day to Bali for 2 days of fun or continue our roadtrip in the East Coast. We tried to pay for our flights but there was a problem with the credit card and it didn't go through, no matter how many times we tried. So we decided it was a sign and we got on a ferry towards Magnetic Island. In Magnetic we rented a motorbike, checked into our amazing hotel and go about exploring the island. We had the most idyllic day on remote beaches, it was out of a movie. We decided to go watch the sunset in an off-road place recommended by some locals, and when we realized we were in the wrong location, we turned around and sped off, we hit a turn and our scooter skidded off and either we would go towards some huge rocks and down a hill (and most prob die) or we simply skidded off and fell of the bike (we were going quite fast). The bike fell on top of my right leg and when we realized this we starting pushing the motorbike so that it wasn't on top of me but i was already screaming in pain. As we did so, I looked down on my foot and realized that it was at an 180 degree angle towards the right. By now we're both in shock and my husband just starts screaming 'fuckkkk im so stupid, fuckkkk what did i doooo' whilst im holding onto my leg and foot which i can feel is kind of detached in three (the whole leg). I told him to focus and that we needed to get out of there as we were in the middle of nowhere where no cars were allowed and it was getting dark. So... i did what any normal person would do, i told him he needed to straighten my leg so that we could get out of there. He put his hands on his head (he still had his helmet on) whilst i was still on the ground, we both breathed in and out 3 times and he grabbed my foot, straightened it, let go, and the foot flopped back down at the 180 degree angle it was at. At that moment we both were like "oh fuck" and realized we needed a plan B. Mind you there was no exposed bone or blood or anything, just the foot was lopsided and I could feel my leg detached in three parts as I held onto it. My husband says he's going to try to find help and tells me to call an ambulance and runs full speed whilst I lay there. Luckily we had taken our phones that day to take some photos of the sunset (we never had our phones with us!) and i called for an ambulance. 1 min in he comes back and turns off the motorbike as he's scared it's going to explore with leaking fuel and runs back to where he came from. Meanwhile I'm lying on the ground holding my leg and waiting for help to come... My husband shows up in a pick up truck a while later with an Aussie who as soon as he see's my leg is like "fuckkkk man!!!!" and at that point i started saying "Is it really that bad???" My husband tries to call me down and said "no no, you're fine, it's going to be ok" so in my head I really thought it wasn't that bad as I had never broken a bone in my life so I had no clue. An ambulance also shows up as well as the police who then decide to fine my husband for no particular reason, and the paramedic as soon as he see's me says "ohhhh man" which got me back in panic. He gives me a green whistle to inhale (which is a pain relief thing that you inhale) and i get completely drugged out and forget any pain. he puts me on the stretcher and takes me to the island's health center. Meanwhile my husband who wasn't hurt apart from his wrist had to grab the bike which was all fucked up on the steering and drive to the health center as well. As soon as the doctor see's me she says I have to be immediately evacuated to mainland and have emergency surgery on my leg and foot and that's when it hit me. WTF this can't be happening... I'm on my honeymoon on the other side of the world and i'm going to have surgery?????? Now that they start making all the prep for me to go on the boat, my husband has to go to our hotel which is on the other side of the island (with no lights on the road and no idea how to get there, with a fucked up wrist and worried about me) to get my passport and our bags etc and give the bike back to the rental place, whilst still coming back in time to come with me with the paramedics to mainland. Luckily he manages right in time as I am being put on another stretcher and taken to the marina where we're told that there's a huge storm on the ocean. Meanwhile one of the paramedics tells me he has to cover me up as to not scare the rest of the passengers (WTF!)...We get on the ferry which is shaking like there's not tomorrow, waves are going overboard, its like we're in a scary movie and the paramedics which are holding on my stretcher bed which had no brakes and was going all over the place, are vomiting due to sea sickness, i'm fainting every couple of secs as they had given me too much morphine in the health center and my husband is trying not to have a panic attack in the middle of this hellhole ahaha. We make it "safely" much later than expected onto mainland and head straight to an ambulance towards the hospital. As we get to the hospital they take one look at me, and tell my husband that they're going to straighten my leg, i'll be unconscious but that i will still scream and does he want to be there for it? He says fuck no and goes to the other side of the hospital where he now tells me he still has nightmares with my screams, that he had never heard anything like it before. They then take me to another room where they start bombarding us with questions and asking for our travel insurance.... we didn't have one... one person would come in the room " do you have travel insurance?" "no" "ishhhhhh" and closes the door. Another person comes in "do you have travel insurance?" "nop" "ishhhhh" and closes the door. They start telling us we won't have money to pay for this, and that we're backpackers and they can't help us, meanwhile I'm lying there with my leg in three! We told them we would pay no matter what the cost was, we would find a solution and after a lot of back and forth they finally agree to proceed. Now, they're telling me that my leg is too swollen to operate and I might have to wait 4 days until it goes down but "let's wait and see tomorrow morning". No way was I going to stay there with my leg like that for 4 days until i had surgery! Anyways they put me in a room to spend the night with other women and tell my husband he has to leave. We're like uh its 3am and he literally has nowhere to go can you please make an exception for tonight?? A lot of back and forth later and after a call with the Hospital's Director they finally let him spend the night on the sofa next to me. As we try to fall asleep we start hearing some screams from the woman next to me "JOHN, THERE'S SNAKES JOHN!" what now???? Apparently she was this old crazy lady and had schizophrenic attacks, which she then proceeded to do sex noises, and little girl laughing noises and we felt like we were in a mental hospital. It was very scary. The morning comes, the doctors look at my leg and agree to proceed with the surgery, they tell my husband that i would be out in 1h30mins he could come and see me so he goes and tries to find himself accommodation/sort out our life/update our families etc. 1h30mins later he's back in the hospital and they tell him im not out of surgery yet and for him to wait...2h, 3h, 4h later and i'm still not out and they don't tell him anything. He starts asking if there were any problems during surgery but no response, so he's there waiting in panic thinking of the worst. 5h later I'm out of surgery, and start my recovery... I had broken my leg in three places as well as in a spiral (so my whole bone broke as well) and they put 12 screws and one big metal inside my leg. It was the worst they had ever seen. On our 3rd night in hospital (mind you, it's 4 days til Christmas) there comes Christmas carol singers to each room and this makes us super emotional because you suddenly realize you're by yourself, on the other side of the world, with a fucked up situation, and it's almost Christmas! Obviously it could have been much worse but at that moment we were feeling really down and depressed and I just wanted to fly back home. They told me I couldn't fly home as it was very far away and would have a huge risk of having a blood clot explode (and would die)... so we decided to continue with our trip (with all the limitations it held!). I left the hospital after that, where I had sessions with a physio to learn to walk again, ( I had a moonboot and crutches) and i was in terrible pain. We stayed in a motel near the hospital for the next day just in case something happened, and i was always out of it in pain killers (Oxycodone) and then drove towards Cairns where we would get a flight to Brisbane to spend Christmas with some friends. On our drive there the police stopped us as we were going 5km over the speed limit and got fined 300$, fun times.. At the airport the flight is delayed, we have 2 HUGE suitcases with us plus a carry one and i'm on a wheelchair..not the most ideal situation. We finally get to the tarmac and are about to board when the dispatcher starts asking me what happened etc and when i say i had surgery 3 days ago he basically implies that I cannot fly due to company policy bla bla (when we had checked it before as well as had written approval from my doctor to fly). After a lot of back and forth and calls with his manager he finally lets us on the flight. Ufff one more hurdle that we overcame and this is when we were already on the breaking point after everything that happened until then. We finally made it to our destination, met up with our friends, drove to another place for Christmas and rented a really nice Airbnb which was a little attachment to a house. Basically the owners were these really friendly people whose kids (our age) had all left home recently so they wanted some company! On Christmas day they come and call us and tell us that dinner is ready and we spend the most amazing Australian Christmas with them and their whole family, very unexpected but very very nice to feel supported from a family that we didn't even know but felt like our own. The hostess was a pharmacist so she knew exactly what I was taking and helped me a lot. We spent a couple of days there, our plans were completely ruined of course as I couldn't do much expect go from the house to the car to the restaurant and back..No beach days as we had planned.. We were also quite depressed and in general in a 'down' mood due to the whole situation of ruining ours and their holidays but our friends were amazing in trying to lift our spirits. We then drove back to Sydney with our friends to spend my husband's birthday and New Year's and watch the so famous fireworks but we hadn't made any plans and especially now with a wheelchair, things would be more complicated but i was adamant that I wanted it to be amazing and we should make an effort despite my husband and friends saying we should just stay in the hotel due to the whole confusion of the city, too many people etc. In my wheelchair which we rented I had to have my leg always up (I couldn't bend it yet) so it would be very difficult to manoeuvre through the crowds without getting hurt/hit. Sydney is very organized for New Years and they have a website where they sell tickets to watch the fireworks from certain locations, parks etc and it gets sold out very early on but on the 31st Dec, i go to facebook and check ' NYE in Sydney' event and ask if anyone is selling any tickets with accessibility access as I've just had a last minute accident. 5 minutes later I get a message asking for my number and a call from the 'City of Sydney' official facebook page saying they're very sorry to hear about my accident and here are 4 tickets for me and my friends to go watch the fireworks at this INSANE location with direct view towards the Sydney Harbour and the bridge etc. We checked online and these tickets cost like 400$, they were giving it to us for free!!! We decide to make our way to the center, we get to the train station and there are no elevators so my husband and 4 other Aussie's grab my wheelchair and carry me down the 500 steps towards the train platform. We get the train and then a tram, and it was soooo crowded people were pushing and pulling everywhere and I had to be very careful not to get hit on my leg otherwise I would be in a lot of pain, it was very hard to manage.. We get to our location, it was perfect, we had seating and food and everything, and watch the fireworks. Getting home was another adventure as it took us around 3h due to all the crowds, but we made it. The next day we had our flight to go back home with a layover in China where we had requested wheelchair access and no one in Ghanghzou airport speaks any English and it was very hard to communicate/ask for help but after some struggles we made it onto our final flight home. As soon as we got to the arrivals it was very emotional to see our family there with worried looks as we approached them with me in a wheelchair. A day later we go to the hospital to remove my stitches (I haven't seen my leg yet as it was until then inside the moonboot) and when they open the moonboot it was a horrible sight. My skin was peeling due to my tan, it was still all red from the desinfectant from surgery, it was very bruised and swollen... As soon as the nurse starts trying to take off the stitches which were very well attached, she's being quite brute and my husband just faints in the hospital and almost brakes his head as he falls. It was kind of the culmination of everything we went through and finally being back home safe. My recovery took a long time, I was in crutches for like 3 months a physiotherapy everyday for 4 months. That first week back home I told the company I worked for that I was ready to go back to work, but it would have to be from home for a while as I couldn't physically walk or anything and had to always have my leg up not to swell. They told me they wouldn't allow it (bullshit as they had remote people) and for me to tell them when I was felling better. Around 3 weeks later I told them I was feeling better but would only be able to go into the office like 2 or 3 days a week and the rest to be remote (this was me making a huge effort) as I would have to find a ride etc but they still wouldn't allow it and said that if i wasn't back by X date which is when my contract finished then they wouldn't renew. Very very rude of them to act that way, not even once did they ask how I was feeling etc and all i wanted was to get back into work to get a distraction from my shitty situation. In the end I ended up applying for another company where I currently work at, went to the interview and crutches, told my whole story as an ice-breaker and was hired the next day, when i came into the office everyone already knew my adventure and wanted to hear more. As I recovered from physio I still had a lot of pain in my ankle and looking into my X rays with my doctor at home he said they had made a huge error in my surgery (hence why it took so long) and they had put screws (i had around 12 screws) that were too big for my body structure, which is why I had pain when I walked. My doctor's said they had never seen a broken leg like mine before and that even if I had tried, it would have been so hard to break them in all the bad places like I did. So, one year and a half later, after my bones finally all healed I had surgery again to remove all the screws, I had no more pain when I walked and ran and finally closed this chapter of our lives. I hope you enjoyed this adventure, it is definitely a trip we will never forget and a story to tell our kids! P.S- Make sure you always have travel insurance ;).