My morning run takes me down the Wanyange hill to the main Jinja road. It’s red dust as far as the eye can see. If I’m lucky then it stays cool until I return, but for the most part I’m not so fortunate 😓.

The little kids, wave and shout goodbye. It’s the only English they know. The older kids mimic running with me, but they have to go to school instead… I wonder what goes through their minds as they see this crazy stranger running through their village. I imagine myself looking like Kermit the frog on an acid trip 😳

The going is easy, but the return is torture! It’s hot and uphill all the way. I keep going only to spare myself the embarrassment of passing out in the red dust and waking to some curious kids poking me with a stick 🙈.