Kenyan bride for 100 cows, ipod for 50 cows . . .

Sunday morning, it had rained and it had poured last night so we ended up going for a run on the all weather road. This basically is a road that goes on forever, so its a nightmare run of running one way to turn back and run the exact way back, not at all a drag. Angela, Lauren, Seb and me all set off together, but slowly took our own paces and split, Seb did 15mins then turned back, hes a track person. I did 50mins alone, as I purposely ran slow, my mission was not to stop and walk on the run, Angela and Lauren ran up ahead and caught up with me for the last 5mins of the run back to the camp. I was pleased that I took it slowly, I enjoyed the run, but was not at all gasping for breath and dying on the dirt track, result! Well, result is questionable. I did get to see some of the Kenyan guys stopping and having pees on the side of the road, it was muddy and puddled enough without them adding to it. There were a couple times I nearly slid and fell over.

Breakfast as soon as I return as im starving, straight to gym after for stretches. En route back to my room I call in for chai time.

Maybe 10.15am we met and left for a St Patricks tour, which is a local school in Iten where running is huge and alot of the top athletes study and train here. It is basic living, six boys share a room of bunk beds, they hand wash their own clothes, run before and after school. There are trees scattered around the site which are dedicated to runners who have gone on to achieve world records etc. also, a farm is on site, they tested on their farming skills for growing crops and looking after live stock. Toilets and showers are basic squat toilets outside. Being a boarding school, on the weekend the guys all clean out the classrooms and pretty much spring clean the whole school top to bottom. The kids have a brilliant structure and are well disciplined. Interesting to see the background of where the top athletes come from.

Me, alongside the others were beyond hunger, I felt utterly weak, we had gone over our dinner time back at the camp. The tour just started to really drag, making me unhappy and totally uninterested. After we had finished the tour, we walked back, well I was power walking back up the dreaded hill, ian lagging a bit as his legs were sore from all the running we had been doing. All our bodies are aching and battered. Literally about 10meters from the camp gates, I stubbed my big toe on right foot, guttered. It was pouring with blood. So I stuck some toilet paper on so I could have my dinner and sort it out after. Being a failing vegan, the rest of the guys got their food first, while I waited for the chef to whip together my veggie dish, I was so short tempered. Since we were late back the rest of the camp had been and gone for food. Not even all the chai in the world woulda cheered me up at this point. I just needed fluids and food. Its weird over here as I just become instantly drained and lack all energy supplies all of a sudden. Very rare would this happen back home, I blame the heat.

The cross country was on the box, so everyone was cuddled up in the chill out lounge, so up I popped and sat next to some of the british running guys, and had a wee chat. Once the race finished, not that I had a clue who was who, I hit the gym to do a full body basic workout. I ached for about 4days from the pathetic little workout I did.

Sunday night is Bbq night, break that down it means a meat feast. The have lamb amongst other animals. Oh my, chapattis galore, ive never seen so many, with ugali and greens and some veg. So chapatti rolled with veg and ugali with sweet chilli sauce and the toe depression is slowly becoming a distant memory to me.

After food, I wasn't quite satisfied, you know when you mwack your lips together while clicking your tongue, indicating, I need an afters, and pineapple wont cut it. There is only one thing to do in a situation like this, have an extreme sugared chai. Angela and I went back to the canteen while the football game was finishing off. Here we found two of Lornahs guys she is training up, one being a guy called steven kipchirich. What an entertaining hour was ahead of us. Eee how we laughed as the guys tried to buy me 8cows, the other guy informing me im worth 10cows and not to accept. I said if 100 cows get sent home to my mother and father then im all his. Apologies parentals, im aware you do not have the room for that many cows. Steven wanted my ipod, I said 50 cows and he can have it,I reckon it is safely mine, and I am safely single. After our hour of randomness with the two guys and way way too much chai, we headed back for the quiz.

Gav put on a quiz, where I was on the team named 'kenyan bride' with Car, Lauren and Ian. It is safe to safe I knew nothing on this quiz except the answer to the capital of Uganda, only coz I had just been there.

A quiz later, bedtime b****ing with angela, it was bed time.xx