Ongeval...

This morning, while reading the emergency procedures in the hotel room (as I d0), I learned a new word: ongeval

Fast forward a few hours and I was actually using it, trying to explain to a first aider in Dam Square, in my best Dutch, how my mum came to be lying in the street with blood pouring from her head. Unfortunately she had a little bit of an ongeval with a fast-moving Argentinian on a bicycle, falling and banging her head off the ground.

Before we knew it an ambulance had arrived and mum was being checked over. She got the all-clear to fly home and after changing her clothes and cleaning up a little bit, we were soon back in rainy Belfast. A bit of an eventful end to the holiday!