Pottering

It is Saturday and I am sitting in bed. Kim has gone off to do a ward round with Tom, the medical student. She is on call this weekend. So I get a bit of time to bugger about and it is nice. As much as escape is important and exploring is fun, it is nice to spend a weekend pottering here. No driving, for a start, and time to write this and read the BBC website.

I need to do a big run today, really. Maybe tomorrow. Dunno. Yesterday Tom and I ran left. It was a quite an eye opener to see what is to the left, having previously lived my life solely on the right. Zithulele is pretty scabby really. Little shacks around the hospital and extremely mangey dogs. But a kilometre to the left you get to lovely rolling hillocks with tiny farms on them and smiley people. The scenery was breathtaking as the sun went down. It was like fell-running in mini size. We got to the sea. Not a beach as such, but the shore. It is only 4k away. I definitely need to do more exploring down there.

We will be having several braais this weekend and Riana, the pharmacist, will cook tonight. She is an amazing cook and all round good egg. She is my fixer, really. Gets me what I need and tells me where the best shops are for whatever I need. She knows where the nearest cash, diesel, beer and other important things are. And all of this whilst casting aside her natural Afrikaans hard-wiring to kill me for being British.

Now it is past 10 so I think I better have some brekkie.