Saturday 7th March – Sunday 8th March – 3 months, 19-20 days
Saturday: After setting up all day Friday, running around all week and only getting four hours of sleep a night for days (BLOODY dogs) - being too exhausted to go to the International Women’s Day event.
Sunday: Going on a ‘mission’ with Matt, who had suddenly developed an urge to climb a small hill near our house. I bullied Matt out of bed ‘at the crack of dawn’ (i.e. 9am) because I wanted to go before it was too hot and also in case the ‘5 minute climb’ turned into a four hour trek.
My need to worry fulfilled, I conceded once we got to the top (about ten minutes) that it was absolutely gorgeous. I sat and looked at the green green hills and calm blue ocean and thought that this was why I came to Timor, why I was glad my perfect volunteer assignment just happened to be in Timor, although I knew nothing about the place before I came here.
Matt explored the ruin of – we think? – a church, and scoped out possible hillside running training areas. He later conceded, as we approached home, very thirsty, that my suggestion we should take water had been a good one (I’d yielded grumpily in the end and not gone back for water).
Overall, much better than last weekend, when I was mysteriously sick again.