I think, when you're traveling around as much as I, as a sportsman, have to. It's a bit chaotic. You're constantly traveling and moving. It's not all amazing and beautiful all the time, but you try to make it that way, and you know, you better enjoy what you're doing. I do.
We pull on to the road, where our only company are the wandering cattle, who have become commonplace as traffic lights. Lethargic and listless, they look like they've been roaming the roads of Guinea since the dawn of time. And no doubt they will continue to long after we're gone.