We have no toothpaste. I’m severely dehydrated because I’m worried about needing a piss on the bus and now I’ve just lost one of the greatest blog postings known to made. It had dizzying highs and some pretty low lows in it, but hey things happen and I’ll try again.
so having an absolute blast in Uganda and Rwanda. Partying quite hard but also getting a lot of down time to relax and think about the days coming ahead.
Just in Kigali at the moment and thinking about the next move. the plan is to go to Goma, before moving down to Bukavu to catch up with Women for Women before heading back to Kigali to meet up with Nicola, Fjona and Millie.
Currently got a lot going through my head about the run in the Congo – what will it achieve and is it really stupid like many people have said. i probably won’t know until i take the first steps. dom and i had a little jog yesterday at altitude and it was pretty tough, but it was worth it to climb a hill that juts out of lake bunyoni and then embark on a game of football will some children from the village. If the run didn’t’ tire me out, the football certainly did.
Before we go to Goma we are going to head to the Kigali Memorial Centre, a place to remember the many dead from the genocide in Rwanda in 1994. The fall out from this still goes on with many Rwandan’s still displaced and living in goma. I’m pretty scared about going, I’ve previously been, but given this year I think it will really leave me feeling pretty cold. I hope that what I read and see there will keep me going and provide a valuable bit of context to the days ahead.
My mind is so relaxed at the moment, but I still have a cocktail of emotion running through my head. It is pretty daunting and upsetting when you kept getting told don’t do anything stupid, stay out of trouble, come back alive and then hearing your mum holding back the tears on the phone. That was pretty hard, I wish I had given her a proper hug the last time I saw her. Just typing this I can’t remember the last time I saw her or my dad. My memory is bad.
I think she thinks she won’t see me again. She’s wrong, I’ll be back and back much stronger than ever before. Maybe this is a bit of bravado, but part of me thinks it will be fine I’m not taking any risks and don’t intend to. If the worst happens then obviously that’s not great, but it won’t, I’ll make sure of that. I ‘m just excited because I’m doing something and trying to do something positive with myself, having the last few days to sit and relax and think about this year fills me with so much pride. It is amazing what you can do. Now I just want to do more.
The ‘running’ in Congo kicks off today as we head to Goma. This is going to be a strange moment, this time last year it changed my life, by killing something inside of me. I don’t really go into all that life changing bollocks, but it certaintly took me in a new direction. There were some dark days in Goma, but things have changed and I can’t wait to be back there. I felt like a kid last year on a bit of stupid of adventure. Now I feel like I’ve got more of a purpose. I want to share with people what I saw and heard. Hopefully by doing this you’ll all understand what drives me on in races and to keep doing more and most importantly why it is important that more people understand about the conflict in the DRC.
All the best,
p.s we have toothpaste now and my urine is clear – just downed a big bottle of water!