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Still wating in Dondo. At least the fever attacks are over. Figured out which strain of malaria i have, falsicrum something, which could have turned out a lot worse but didnt so moving on.

In a way this time off is much harder than the cycling, at least i know (well kinda) what to expect on the bike and there is something you can do to overcome the obstacles, terrain or whatever problems might arise. This is different. I'm taking pills but seriously struggling to adapt to sitting/lying around the whole day without doing anything. Even taking some middagslapies, although in my condition i reckon it is excusable.

Not that i really had the energy for anything the last few days. Listened to music most of the day, probably more than on the whole trip so far. Caught up with some writing. Bugging people back home. Basicly anything to distract myself. The rise against fans will enjoy this.
You cant feel the heat until you hold your hand over the flame, you won't know your worth now son until you take a hit...

Pretty sure this counts as a hit on the journey. Talked to ruben about it as well, this journey is about moments, and realising that and sometimes just sitting back and taking those moments in. Making memories of the heart. Meeting people. Missing people. Experiences on and off the track.

Hitting the curve ball is what life is all about. Sometimes the moments that knocks us down forces us to re-evaluate and adjust our lives.

So time to stop feeling sorry for myself and time to get better;). Poor guy in room next to me also caught malaria, same strain and strength, but one day behind me. Know what he is in for today, not fun. Unfortunately he is the only person able to speak english, so everyone turns to him when they want to know/ask me something. The people here at the missionary station have really been carrying me on their hands. Everytime that i have to take my meds they knock and make sure i do. Breakfast, lunch and dinner same story, pardon senhor food. Although had to turn a few of those down, they wouldn't have stayed down for long.

In any case for a change in scenary moved to Beira, where i'm paying more than double for less than half the service, already missing the people at the youth mission, but at least a new place to explore (the few km i can manage). Not something i can help but feeling extremely guilty over the price i'm paying for the accommodation (round R160 p night). Trying to forget about it, but the two nights here works out to something close to the food costs from here to South Africa. Shocking. Still trying to look past it, giving myself a break, but extremely difficult. Reckon its something that ie impossible to explain unless you've tagged along the past month or experienced something similar. It is not like the budhet was that tight, but most places there are only so many (few) things you can actually buy to eat. In any case.

On a lighter note i feel a bit like a mfipo (Lodiwikus!). Staring and (almost) pointing and shouting azungu at all the white people driving past. Quite an adjustment to see so many in one place, south africa is going to be an entertaining adaptation to lifestyle. Maybe just move into a shack somewhere...