Worse for Wear

Trip Start Sep 09, 2004
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Sunday, July 3, 2005

I drove in to town the following morning and emailed Barry the brief resume he'd asked for. I can do but wait.

I've started to develop a real painful cough for some reason. I hope to god I'm not coming down with anything nasty. Come to think of it, in between his classics, Kieran's been sniffing and spluttering everywhere like a good un'.

I finished my book the other day too. Fan-bloody-tastic. Bill Bryson - A Walk in the Woods. I picked it up in Dunedin after seeing it on display in the 'special' box. I really should read more of his stuff. He 'tells it' so well and his adventures are so impeccably researched. The only other of his books I've read is 'Down Under', given to me as a gift by the Black just over a year ago. I remember then, randomly laughing out loud in fits and bursts. This one was no different, only this time told the story of his attempt to hike the Appalachian Trail with his friend Katz. It's the longest trail in the world stretching all along the East Coast of America and covering some two thousand two hundred miles. The whole thing takes well over six months to complete and makes for one hell of an adventure. What an amazing thing to do. Could this be another seed sown? How could it not be? Here's an extract from page one: -

"From Georgia to Maine, it wanders across fourteen states, through plump, comely hills whose very names - Blue Ridge, Smokies, Cumberlands, Catskills, Green Mountains, White Mountains - seem an invitation to amble. Who could say the words 'Great Smoky Mountains' or 'Shenandoah Valley' and not feel an urge, as the naturalist John Muir once put it, to 'throw a loaf of bread and a pound of tea in an old sack and jump over the back fence'?"

It had me bursting in fits of laughter in that kitchen. I'd often find Kieran sitting there staring at me with a kind of confused chuckle. He wanted some of whatever I was on. I'd just shout over, 'Bill Bryson mate, just buy any of his books, the missus will give you the same look.'

I woke up the yesterday morning to the very thing that I'd been dreading for the last few days. The painful cough had manifested itself in to a monster and was waiting for me when I woke up. As I got up I felt terrible, absolutely awful. I hardly made breakfast. After a brief cup of tea I fell straight back in to bed, a first for me in years and years. That's when I knew things were serious. This morning I didn't feel much different, though I did managed to loiter a little in the kitchen and eat a bit. I even managed to stay up and watch the second test in the kitchen, enough to see the Lions get another stuffing!
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