By Gerry McCusker (our Scotsman by way of Australia)
Well this, I didn’t expect on the start of the ride; a food intolerant bug that’s turned my gut into a washing
machinespin cycle and sleep deprivation on top of the organic jet lag that has left me as punchy as a pugilist. Viral gastritis ain’t exactly Tour de France-recommended training preparations, right?
But after morning prayers with the accommodating Shane Claiborne and his wife Katie, Kert took me to the health clinic this morning, and I soon had a new dietary regime in place and the strength to give service by working on a street clean under the supervision of Block Captain, Mike.