Usually it would be either a couple of slices of toast with a lovely hot cup of tea. Or perhaps a bowl of cereal and a fine cup of tea. Sometimes an egg on toast along side a fine cuppa tea.
David, however, pulled out this nut powder and made our breakfast before us on the fire. Apparently a cuisine from Burundi.
It was stodgy, very heavy and it had its merits. This was perhaps my first level of real endurance: not having a nice breakfast.
That recurring thought came back: bring on the end of this event and allow me to have a nice meal.
David, however, informs us that a common drink in some slums is Chai. We proceeded to get given some. Hope manifests itself in strange ways :)
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