Yes I have got the colloquial language down to a T …:-). It is also winter in Lesotho and a warm day is -3 degrees and better days get to 0 degrees. Not only is it frosty, it is windy and as a result the Basutu have made the humble blanket an apparel and an absolute fashion statement. The men and women wear blankets as wraps, to suit their stations in life and yes, they match what they wear, and also, yes that includes suits!! I mean who would have thunk? They either wrap the blankets around their waists or shoulders and use fashionable pins to hold the blanket.
So I have been running in Maseru in this dismal temperatures, until I found a running partner! This was the highlight of my stay here. The gentle patriarch was in his mid to late sixties and the President of the Lesotho Farmers Union.
Armed with my long johns, gloves, thermal vest, ear muffs, woolly skullcap, winter fleece and usual running gear I was ready to meet my running mate. Yes, I know I sound like an over dressed muppet, but come on, this place is so cold and the chances of dying of hypothermia is so high and at this point to hell with my usual shine and freeze policy! So my running mate joins me and all he is wearing is a long sleeved thermal shirt and leggings, he looks at me and raises his eye brows, but I stand firm and say, “it’s bloody cold out there.” As I said , I did look like a muppet .
So we began our run. The sun had just set and it quickly faded into darkness, which , was another experience, as I have never run in the dark before. We literally went through the hills in Maseru ( they were tarmcaked ) and I had to eat lots of humble pie at my mate’s endurance when he ran up the hills, he ran quite fast and not once did he pant or stop and all I remember him saying was, “ just another small hill my dear.” You can imagine all the colourful curse words that were going through my mind every time he said this. I swore not to stop, or whine and literally did a tour around the city in the dark as we ran. I guess there is a first time for everything.
So we did 10kms, got back to the hotel and were both excited at our achievements. Never have I run in so many hills as I have in Southern Africa. So those who were putting the fear of God in me, in regards to the Kerio Valley run, all I can say is bring it on! 😉
Next stop MOZAMBIQUE and I hear you can eat clams here by the BUCKET!!!!! **Swoons***