Durban Bound,this rain in hell (9th Jan 2010-Journey from East London to guest house in Durbun)

Today is considerably a lot better than yesterday, I guess I’ve made that 1st step away from home .That hardest step .I am still delicate and raw at this stage but am trying my best to keep a positive frame of mind and too keep simple things like thought, music and conversation as light-hearted as possible. Sascha wrote me a letter which i read in the late emotional and needy hours of last night .It picked me up and I can now almost positively say that it(the letter) has set me off in the direction I need to be. The 647km trip from East London through the Trankei to Durban was a scenic and long one .Many grassy green hills ,dilapidated churches, little rural villages and long long jolting roads were amongst the many recurring sights I saw. My stomach churning to the ever-growing and approaching destination. A stop at Nandos in Port Shepston eased of the churning but not the dawning of the Durban city. Approaching the city my mood became lighter and instead of a great storm of tears as expected I felt a little twinkle of excitement as I now knew that this was it...The jungle city.There is nothing else to do expect grim & bare and eat...fruit.
Tomorrow I start my first training session with my new club “Seagulls swimming club”. Oh how I dread it.I have also received the news that dreaded first session will be three.hours.long. By god I have never ever done exercise three.hours.long in my life! This training session will be done in the company of rather fit and good athlete’s. Chad Le Clos (world champion ,commonwealth champion and youtholympic champion ),Charl Van Zyl (world champs) and Jan Venter(Olympics) to name a few. All of them being evidently longer distance swimmers...and male too. I am a 50m sprint female and I have not had proper training with a proper team for more than a year .Fuck. Tomorrow my long-term stay in Durban ends.Oh well, sorry this blog cannot end on a happy and expected note.
All this was enough to keep my mind off my family and Sascha for a while ,but as I begin to become tired and as the day becomes longer and darker the shadows and thought begin to fall directly overhead and i’m losing this cheerful vs depressed battle. A picture of Sascha’s youth however did give me a huge advantage to this and I think I might make it to bed without a wet pillow to sleep on.
(Photo’s are to follow)