Ohhhh, my life never does deny me some ridiculous tale to brighten the days of the people around me....
Just this morning I was lazing in my bed watching the clouds blow past, and thinking, "I really need to update my blog... but what do I have that would make blog worthy writing? Hmm... maybe if I go for a jog something will come to mind...."
Well, just stepping out the door in this country is usually enough stimulus to generate some sort of silly situation, and today was no exception....
To my excitement, the morning was cool and windy, and from up here on the hill I could hear the waves crashing on the shore, and marvel at the power of the dark and angry waters out on the lake.
"What a beautiful morning for a jog!", I thought to myself, as I merrily skipped down the hill, singing morning greetings to every neighbour and pedestrian I passed.
As I turned off the road and onto a path, the shrill children's cries of "Muzungu Muzungu", started up, but it wasn't long before they subsided, bored of chasing me, and I was left with a lovely little crew of girls who just wanted to join me on my jog. One of them had brought a ball (or rather, a bunch of tied together old blue plastic bags, which function as a perfectly decent ball! Tell that to your children the next time they whine that they need a new soccer ball!), and so we began a game of chanting and passing the ball backwards, forwards, and sideways, jogging and laughing all the way.
When we got to the tarmac road the girls continued to follow me, but we had a few small children with us, so I though we'd best get off the main road, and onto the dirt path along the side, where we would be safe from cars.
Picture this:
Great big tall Muzungu, long blond hair blowing in the wind, jogging backwards down the dirt path and grinning like crazy, while passing a ball around with her little entourage of future handball superstars.
As a spectator to this scene (as the woman selling tomatoes at the roadside was...), you would see the great big hole looming up behind the ignorant jogger. But of course, I did not, and with a tumble and a crash tripped and fell in backwards.
Pah hahahahahahaha
Come now, don't even PRETEND you don't wish you were there to see that spectacle!
So, long story short, I got a lift home from a guy passing by on a dirt bike (first time on a little motorbike!), and am now bed-ridden for the day, with my swollen ankle propped up on a pile of cushions. (Or I was at the time of writing this...)
The result being that I cannot currently get to the pile of marking I had intended to do today (though I may roll down the hill to work on my bicycle later, no idea how I would get back up...), meaning that I actually have the time to sit here and write some new blogs! Oooo... this means I also have an excuse to finish reading the latest David Mitchell (getting better by the page Siobhan!), play my ukelele for hours, and stuff my face with chocolate and fresh rolls! Yum!
Oh! Here comes the sunshine, and it feels like the pain killers are kicking in! Looks like I am in for a lovely Saturday after all!
Wishing you all a sunny and relaxing Saturday too! If you don't have an excuse to kick back for a few hours with a good book - do it anyways! Life is short - eat, play, read!
:)
