- Last Thursday I ended up running the first leg in the A team and second leg in the B team at the Tavy Relays as Sean didn't turn up. So we have a pretty average team overall, and I had barely run for nigh on four months. A very nice surprise then when not only did we come third and win a prize, but I was the second fastest in the team. Closest I've ever come to throwing up though.
- Friday I had a lovely lunch out with Jenny and Grandpa in Shaldon, and then we had the pleasure of watching a small child on the beach wage war with some kind of invisible sea monster using only his plastic spade. High octane stuff.
- Saturday/Sunday was Join Me in Brighton. Felt pretty rotten but had a great time, and was nice to finally meet lots more joinees.
- Another highlight was the Jamins' picnic prowess.
- And buying an ice cream from and then chatting with a lovely Czech lady named Lucy. Decided not to bother getting her number - she's quite some way away anyway, and only around for four months.
- Sunday brought back many a happy memory of going into Iringa when I was in Tanzania. I felt horrible, and treated that by having a fry up in a caff and buying a milkshake. Mint humbug milkshake, no less.
- On Wednesday at rehearsals I didn't take my script onto the stage with me. Woohoo! I'm getting there. Only three and a half weeks to go.
- Yesterday a lovely girl called Andrea "replied all" to an email about our course, so I'm now in contact with her and another bloke called Adam. Andrea seems to be another Africa-head, which is always good - she sounds very interested in getting involved in the Hoja Project, which is always even better. (Can't resist getting another link to it in there!)
- Last night I gave blood, and have been eating ever since. It really isn't all that pleasant when you're in a state of near-perpetual exhaustion. I came into work an hour late this morning because I was determined to have a big breakfast and make myself a decent sized lunch, without having to get up early.
- I've decided to ease off on the Internet, particularly at work. Plus I seem to be making a few more friends in the local area, so I will actually be able to have a life other than that on-line.
I started this blog as a travel-log after working as a volunteer with SPW in Tanzania for five months in 2004. Bwana Bomba was my nickname in the village; in English, it means "Mr Bombastic" (or "Mr Pump", but I assure you that in my case it means "Mr Bombastic").
Friday, July 22, 2005
The Friday Round-Up
A lot's happened this week (8 days). Here's ten.
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