In my defence I was actually waiting (with preprepared aforementioned itinerary) until he actually got off his arse and attempted to help before I was handing anything over. We are actually in the Philippines before this even comes up and I'm so angry that he's just blindly left everything to me again that I actaully counter his "OMG - I've got no itinerary" with "Well when did I have time to get it all printed off for you??". The ultimate guilt trip I know (and very female of me), but fuck him! I'm so sick of having to do all the work and at this point I can't wait to be on my own. Actually that's not true I'm really enjoying the Philippines so far and the boys are great but if one more of them turns to me to make the decision I'm going to put them on a tricycle to nowhere with no money to get back!
We have now been here 10 days and no further mention of the itinereary. Really - far out clearly mentioning it once is enough to relay responsibility to another party. I can just envisage the "I asked and I never got one"...
I drag myself upright at about 4pm to see the boys trudging up the path. Noah, Jake and then straggling way behind a limping Brad. I am of course immediatley concerned and check (with actions as coughing won't allow speech) that he is OK. He goes on to tell me that he jumped off a waterfall and struck a rock close to the surface and bent his big toe back on itself. OUCH! That had to hurt. I'm all sypmathetic and about to mention that I will drag my spasming frame down to the beach and get some ice. About to mention! ABOUT to mention. Then the blithering idiot confesses that yes they told you to jump "right here" and expresses the area with phyiscal arm movements showing the restricted are to be about your body width in a certain area. Brad in his wisdom decides that he would jump about a metre closer to the waterfall, because EVERYBODY knows that a waterfall is the deepest part because the water erodes everything under it and again, "its the deepest part". OMFG! Are you friggin stupid! YES clearly.
We are here in the Philippines on the year 12 grad trip for Noah and Jake, both who have worked their arses off to get through a very tough few years and my stupid husband decides that, once again, he knows best, and on a river canyoning tour 10 days into a month long trip, jumps outside of the zone they tell him to. I swear if I could have punched him without incurring 15 minutes of vomit worthy coughing I would have fucking flattened the fat little fucker. He bent his toes back sure, but it could have been a broken ankle, a broken leg or a fractured pelvis and thank goodness it wasn't but at that point - a copy of the friggin itinerary wouldn't have helped him. We are covered for Canyoning in our travel insurance but I'm pretty sure that once they found out that he jumped outside the heavilty reinforced "jump" zone (and find out they would) said travel insurance would be very expensive dunny paper.
I'm still so angry that I can't bring up the fact that he could have not only curtailed this trip but also used every cent of my travel money for the next two years getting him home only to have to fight the travel insurance company to get that money back. I'm sure it never occured to him that you have to actually pay for that shit up front and then the travel insurance company remimburse you (provided that the guide didn't see him jump and has no clue as to how one of his charges broke his back).
Far out. How blindly sure of your own importance do you have to be to jump off a cliff, outside the area they tell you to, in the Philippines, where you could have had to have been helicoptered out, 4 hours away from the nearest decent hospital, with SOMEBODY ELSES KIDS IN TOW.
See - Men are sometimes fucking idiots. I rest my case.