Now that I’m healed up, I’ll share a wild story of what happened to me on my solo exploration. Accidents are bound to happen and I’m extremely blessed that I wasn’t more severely injured.
Falling Off a Cliff
I was traveling by myself on a remote island in Indonesia with unpaved roads. I was driving a motor bike up a steep gravel single lane road when I saw an oncoming van. If I was at the bottom I would have waited for him to pass, but I was already half way up. Instead of the van waiting for me to get to the top to pass me, he continued towards me. He came very close and forced me close to the edge of the slippery narrow road. My wheel slipped on the gravel and the bike tipped sideways off a ledge/semi cliff. I free fell about 10ft and continued to roll down sharp rocks into a rice paddy. Then I quickly moved out of the way so the motor bike wouldn’t roll on top of me. 
I stood up and in the moment, my thinking was very level headed: how bad are my injuries? what’s the condition of the bike? How am I going to get back up to the road?
I inspected my wounds and at first I thought I just had road rash… but then saw my pinky finger dangling. I usually never go to the doctor but I knew I needed to get medical attention.
Getting Help
Some nice locals came and helped carry my bike back up to the road. I don’t know if it was the people who ran me off the road or someone else because they didn’t speak English. They motioned for me to get in the back of their truck. I was hesitant but I hoped they’d drive me to a medical center as there are no hospitals on this small island, and I wouldn’t know where to go. I was bleeding all over their truck and started to get lightheaded. Then I thought to myself, no one knows there I am! Luckily I had enough cell service to send my sister a google location so she could track me, in case I passed out in the back of a strangers truck and no-one heard from me.
The men who helped me were very nice and I arrived safely at a medical center. The ‘medical center’ was just a room with roosters crowing and the power was out. They didn’t speak English there, so I simply showed them my hand and they brought me to a table to treat me. They gave me an injection of what I guessed was anesthesia, cleaned out the sand and gravel with tweezers and got a needle to stitch me up. Since the power was out I used my iPhone flashlight so they could see what they were stitching. There was 1 doctor who spoke broken English and I asked if there was ligament, muscle or nerve damage? He asked if I could wiggle my fingers and gave me a thumbs up, so I still don’t know what damage was/is.
I got a ton of internal and external stitches with what looked like hammock rope and I looked like Frankenstein! They also cleaned my road rash and gave me a weeks worth of antibiotics, a tetanus shot and antibiotic cream. I have no idea what internal damage was done but I could at least move all my fingers. I was in and out within an hour and it only cost $100 USD for everything, plus $7 in repairs for the scooter.
Next Obstacle
It’s a cash only island as the locals don’t have bank accounts. I didn’t have enough cash on me and they didn’t accept insurance, credit card, wire transfer or PayPal because they all require banks. There were 2 ATMs on the island and both were out of order. They seemed like they had a solution and motioned for me to get on the back of a locals scooter. I wasn’t sure where they wanted to take me but we ended up at a small hotel owned by a Russian woman. She spoke English and she said she owns the only hotel that takes credit card. She collected cash from the villagers and gave it to me to pay the medical bill. Then she charged my credit card and paid the villagers back later.
Next I needed to pick up my motor bike that was left on the side of the road. I hitchhiked on the back of a barefoot guys scooter, 45 min away where I had the accident. I picked up my bike and drove to the treehouse I was staying in. I one arm climbed into the tree where I could safely recover from my injuries. What a day!
My stitches were taken out 2 weeks later with a swiss army knife, which is perfectly fitting for this entire story.
Aftermath
Since I’m a Cirque du Soleil acrobat, I obviously need my hand for everything I do. I miraculously was healed enough to perform in modified shows only 2 weeks after the incident. Theres hardly even a scar, although, small bits of gravel still working their way out. This could have taken a wrong turn at many different moments and I’m SO thankful this whole situation ended positively.