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I've been as sick as a dog with diarrhoea. I don't know what the
culprit was. I've been careful to drink sterilised water where possible
and not to eat anything that looks dodgy from a stall, preferring to
stick with fresh fruit. But a bug definitely got into something I ate. For
the past two days, I've had to stop every 5 kilometres or so. It's been so
bloody uncomfortable, and a huge bore to the motorcade—the vans
and the escort vehicles—which of course have to pull up while I relieve
myself.
I've found it difficult having to stop running every night and be
driven to the police or army compound to sleep in safe quarters, and
then be driven back to the place I stopped running in the morning
for the new day's run to begin. At the end of each run, Chris sprays in
white a big 'P to P' on the road to mark the spot; in this case, graffiti
is encouraged! For the past week, for some reason, the compounds
have been about 50 or 60 kilometres off my route, so I rise at four
o'clock, travel to the road on which I'm to run, and because of red tape
and formalities with the police, and checking our maps, I sometimes
don't get going until seven o'clock or even later. It's hard under these
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