Sunday, June 21, 2009
Final Ceremonial Run
Friday, June 19, 2009
Day 5
I am feeling good. My eye is not hurting at all. The docs did a good job of patching the gash. My feet are relatively ok -- compared to what I was expecting. I was expecting my knee to cause problems from the fall but it has recovered quite well. Whats hurting is my groin. Days of desert, sand and sweat -- you can lick the salt from my body. When the salt and sand builds in parts of the body say the groin, it causes a fucking bloody mess. My shorts have embarassing bloody sticky stains.
I have taken lots and lots of photographs. Some amazing pictures of the location (and yes Ashok bactrian camels are everywhere) and people watching in amazement at a Western pastime. Will post photos as I get back. I looked forward to getting see all the emails from you folks at the end of the day. In three days, I will be back at work, its seems so surreal -- we are all now relaxing at the really beautiful camp, an oasis in the middle of the desert, so lovely and grassy and so different from the harsh environment a mile away from where I am sitting.
Miss you all.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Day 4
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Day 3
Monday, June 15, 2009
Day 2
(Blog updated via email)
Day 2
(Blog updated via email)
Sunday, June 14, 2009
First day
Friday, June 12, 2009
Into The Mystique
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
The Last Minute Civilized Preparation
- My feet will swell and at the around 75 miles all my nails will pop, exposing raw skin which I cover delicately every so often. All last week, the kids and Reena took turns to massage and be nice to my soon to be well-beaten feet.
- Meet people and friends who are keen to eager to meet up before I leave to reaffirm their own sanity.
- A last minute shave. Initiating my adventure with a shiny clean face gives a sense of hope. For what, I'm not sure exactly.
- Wax legs - ha ha (not really)
- Check gear list again, and again and again.
- Give Reena and kids a few more hugs than usual.
- Copy and check reading material.
- Neatly wrap the little charms well wishers have given to carry with me
Nothing like going to a good battle to learn to not take oneself too seriously.