One more go then bust

A big thanks to all the advice I got. I Also discussed in depth with Martin from Likeys. And by 10 last night I had a strategy. First I ordered “Fixing Your Feet” of Amazon and decided to go to the following places in this order.

Birmingham Running, A pro running shop with good reputation and it is nearby. Then If they couldn’t help, “Wide fit Shoes” in London the name say it all. Plan C was Taylor & Son in London. I was sure they could make me a custom pair of boots/shoes that would definitely get me divorced but would probably get me through the sand pit in Morocco.

I arrived at Birmingham Running http://www.birminghamrunner.com/ promptly at opening time with some trepidation. I do not have good experience with these shops, they often don’t take me seriously, and probably think it is just another fat oaf that want to polish a can while watching repeats of Ricky Lake. I spoke to Dave Ireland the owner and X Rugby player with Leicester Tigers. Now a keen Marathon athlete. Due to his Rugby connections he have many heavies frequenting his shop which gave me some hope. He asked the right questions seem to know the right stuff like feet swelling, one size bigger, anti friction patches and what not. After videoing me on his treadmill, sore feet and all I walked out with a pair of New Balance 859’s in an 11½. With the bank manager still happy and my marriage in tact. I hope to give them a thorough 2 day test this weekend.

clear, cream, pink, yellow, red & black... The visible spectrum of pus

OK this was my plan: Zoe wanted to visit her mum in Hailsham and in order for me to go with her and at the same time stay as far away as possible, I dreamed up an shortened imitation MdS as a good test of what is to come. I would sleep in my sleeping bag on the floor, carry all my stuff including food emergency kit sleeping stuff etc and ration my water to 2.5 liters a day (thought that is good compared to the 11 liters in the desert considering the difference in climate between the south downs and the Sahara) I was to cook my own food, no shower, no shave, no drinks, no mod cons. I planned 3 walks on varied terrain, hills, flat hard surface and ploughed fields. Day one 23.7 miles (38.1 km). Day two 32.7 miles (52.4 km) and day three 23.7 miles (38.1 km). This is a total of 78.8 miles (126.6 km) with a total ascent and descend of 6763 feet (2061 meter). Or about half the MdS in half the time. Brilliant plan I thought.


Arrived an mother in law and went straight to bed in preparation for the next day. Did not sleep well at all on the floor. My torn muscle in my back was hurting like hell and I have a tooth abscess that I overdose with aspirin, codeine and paracetamol.

Day 1, Sun. 28/12/08
It was freezing cold and some of the foot paths was not used in years making navigation challenging and time consuming. Blisters start to develop after 4 hours and I stopped to treat my feet. Did not work very well and after 8 hours the blisters was well developed. Did not need to burst them as my socks did it for me. Back half of both socks was wet with clear pus. I carry on bravely while chewing pain killers like wine gums. Completed the wobble after spot on 11 hours. Ditched my boots, which was wet too with pus. Still clear at this time. Treat my feet, most of the skin was gone already and integrated in my Bridgedale socks. Just managed to cover two of the for blisters with a large compeed patch and in the process splatter mother in law’s cream carpet with pink pus. Had my trial pack of apple and custard and went to sleep. Very bad night sleep max 2 hours at a time before waking up with half my body asleep and need to turn for circulation.

Day 2, Mon 29/12/08
Killed the alarm at 06:00 and steal another 30 minutes while contemplating my madness and thinking of all the reasons not to go further. Remarkably I could not find any reason to carry on. Still I got up, treat my feet again and try to clear the now yellow pus of my brand new marmot sleeping bag. Needed to my full weight to get my feet into my what appeared to be shrunken boots. Biting my teeth, overdosing on codeine as 08:30 I drunkenly strolling out into the early morning with motorist giving me that funny look. At last, after two an a half hours the endorphins were kicking in and I could not feel my back and my tooth abscess anymore. My toes were frozen in the cold thus helping not to feel the blisters on my toes but the heels were making up for it. Afraid I would not get my shoes back on I did not stop to treat them even though the red pus was weeping out around the compeed, through the elastoplasts, through the socks and are now staining the outside of my boots. At 14:00 after five and a half hours I only did 6 miles and at risk of been arrested for walking like a drunk I called Zoe to collect me.

Had a shower and try to rescue my feet. Pus of the full visible spectrum is weeping out of various blisters and open wounds and I am thoroughly pissed of.

Everything went well, carrying the pack, the terrain, the food, the limited water, no washing, no shaving limited toilet paper even got my full English breakfast down to a tee. Sleeping was not comfortable but I can cope with it, all that is except my blimming feet.

I tried it all now, I have enough boots, shoes and socks to open a shop. I think the main problem with my feet are the awkward size combined with the weight it caries. I have very wide short feet. In length my left foot is an eight and my right foot is a nine. In width both are size 12. I normally find a size 11 is most comfortable. But it still leave a tight shoe/boot that is far to long.

What next? I urgently need to sort my footwear out. I am considering sandals (don’t laugh. The nomadic tribes in the Sahara is wearing sandals, plus I have tough feet and is use to walk barefoot) or the other alternative is getting shoes/boots made for my feet. (If anyone know of a GOOD shoemaker please let me know)

2 months and 26 days to go
Am I panicking? Naah.

Minus five and a half degrees Celsius

That was the temperature last night on the Brecon Ultra marathon. I left a banana in the car, it was frozen. I even saw a duck walking across the canal. I thought it was going to be a walk park. I was only worried that I will not make the 3 o'clock cut off time for the second round. well did I got put in my place. 20 miles, that was it no more, get me out of here.

What and idiot!!! if I have learned any thing this weekend it must be DO NOT QUIT EVER.
It is amazing the excuses your body comes up with to tell you to stop, you are to cold, your feet can not take anymore, there is no point to this, you need to go to work tomorrow, and the list goes on and on.

The truth is I was absolutely knackered and carried on 4 miles after I initially wanted to stop. but the truth also is that if I was stubborn enough, I could gave completed the last 8 miles. after all apart from loosing a toe nail and been slightly stiff today I am fine thus I can only conclude that I stopped too soon.

Well no more! After careful consideration, Which is quite unique for me I have decided, that from this day I will never ever pull out of any race or challenge again. I will careful consider what I enter in but once in, you will need to drag me out.

Well that is the end of the negatives.

The race was the most brilliant thing I have ever done, better than paragliding in Slovenia. even though an inaugural event the organisation was brilliant. I salute you guys especially the marshalls who were standing enroute in minus 5 plus wind.

Met some great people there. Jo was there too, she got her web site going now http://www.jokilkenny.com/ amazing woman, there was Cookie, who did the 3366 ultra last year oh yea and the only Brit who ever completed the 1000 mile iditarod.(http://www.iditarod.com/) but you know the most humbling thing I heard was from one of the guys, who told me afterwords that I inspired him. When he was finding it tough and wanting to quit he though, "Stuff it, if Kobus can do it so can I". wow it makes me feel all gooey.

I also learned about the long distance walkers association who arrange 20 to 100 mile events in the UK. A brilliant opportunity to get hours on my feet so I hope to meet up with them soon.

A BIG thanks to Matt who organised this event. I haven't been to another event yet but the organisation of this one was spot on and even the fiercest critic would not have found any faults This was also the word around the bunk house. Thanks mate and well done.

Then of course there it Martin and Sue from Likeys and who is getting married next weekend. Guys you are just amazing, you made us all feel so special and we know you do this because you like too and you care. I am just another guy who shop at Likeys, definitely not anyone special, no ambitions to became one of the top athletes that frequent the shop, still they do so much for me. Not only the bottomless pit of patience and knowledge they so willingly share but little things like the t-shirts we get at the end of the race. They specially ordered one my size. I had a fair amount of free T-Shirts before and they all end up as at car wash cloths. This is the first time I got given one my size and I am wearing it now while writing this blog. Let me just remind you that Martin have done about every extreme race on the planet from the MdS the Gobi challenge, etc. Still after hearing that I pulled out he send me this text message:

"I am so bloody proud of you - flippin well done. You have a load of positives to take back from this wobble and u have every right 2 b chuffed. Cheers Martin"

As I said I will

NEVER QUIT AGAIN, EVER

Its OK itss just another walk in the park

Calmed down about the beacons ultra. here is the link to the ultra web site: http://www.beaconsultra.com/ On it I discover some pictures of the beacon exercises when I got lost: http://www.beaconsultra.com/training_weekend.html

The route map and profile is here: http://www.beaconsultra.com/route_details.html

I took Joshua with me for a walk today. The boy amazed me, only 5 years and he stuck with me all the time though hedges, mud, cold and wet. did not complain once. we did just over 4 miles (6.4km) in the countryside

The Beacons Ultra 2008

I just opened the brown envelope with my name on, out came my number, the map and a couple of safety pins. I am sh*&&*ng myself. Suddenly this is very real. in 17 days from today I am to do the 42 mile (67km) beacons ultra. This is the middle of the winter, it is pissing outside the wind is howling and mountain rescue is on standby. I hope the bring some big blokes, I am still 130kg and woe the man who wish to carry me on a stretcher



What the hell is the matter with me?

oh yeah 4 months and 13 dyas left

no problem

been a bit busy

My apologies for no updates for a time, been putting it of till tomorrow. have done a few things since last time

• did the orienteering course
• no longer scared of wind and horisontal rain
• did a 18 mile hike
• went paragliding in Slovenia and landed in a tree. mare about Slovenia at this link - http://malvern-hang.org.uk/uploaded_images/20081101.htm
• sorted my boots out
• got a bollocking from Debbie re exercising and have to refocus this week

sorry for short update but i hope to be more regular again:)

Why do the SAS train in the Beacons?

No manner of words can explain why. All the TV documentaries I've seen fail to describe the terrain. You have to go there yourself to experience it.

I did show up for the "exercise" at the Beacons. Had huge reservations of course but "kind" Martin said "Don’t worry Kobus you will be fine. We have people from mixed abilities and you will be OK"

There were mixed abilities indeed. There were MdS (Marathon des Sables) veterans, there were Iron man athletes, Ultra marathon runners, and Even Jo was there. Jo is the first woman who is attempting the two arches challenge. The two arches challenge is a kind of a triathlon. Starting at Marble Arch in London with a quick run to Dover. The next day causal swim across the English Channel to Calais to pick up a Bicycle and peddle up to the Arc de Triomphe in Paris.

And of course there was me. Fat Kobus.

The route described as a fun exercise in lovely weather included peat bogs (no point explaining these to foreign readers), boulders, swamps, mountains (including the highest mountain in South Wales), grass land and brecon (cant explain brecon either. It is a stiff almost impenetrable brushlike shrub that grows about ameter tall) we were promised lovely views of the welsh mountains and valleys. I did not see anything! I had to keep my head down all the time to decide on which rock, mud pool or hole I want to put my battered feet.

And then I got lost. I was by no means unprepared. I had an Ordnance survey map with the route printed on as well as a GPS with its own Ordnace survey map and the route a clear blue line. With map and GPS I still got lost. At one stage find myself in a tight valley with a stream in the bottom and nowhere to walk but in the stream. I climb out the side of two waterfalls, granted they were not very high about six meters the highest, still I did it and lost some of my kit in the process. When I could not go upstream any further I decided climb out the valley. The valley walls at least sixty degrees and were peat, you have to experience peat yourself to have any appreciation for this. It is like moss but real thick, at least a meter and more. If you’re stand still on it you keep sinking away, you have to keep moving. Climbing the peat walls was the hardest thing I ever did. Looking at the map at home I find that I climb peat from 1313’ (400m) to 1860’ (566m) above sea level that is 547‘ (166m). When ever I stopped to take a breath I was starting to slide down. I used my walking sticks like ice picks to stop me tumbling down and was worried that I will be too exhausted to even hold on. This was by far the toughest thing I ever did. Once out of the valley I was totally lost and after hours of hills, mountains and valleys got back to the track and by great co-incidence at a place where the track crosses the road and where there happen to be a phone box. (No mobile signal in those remote parts). It was 19:00 and I was knackered. I like to think that I would have carried on a little bit more if there were daylight left but was concerned to get lost at night on the mountains without any communication, so I called Martin. He and Sue (his wife) picked me up and took me to the camp site where al the others were relaxed and having a pint. They were concerned about me and were really happy to see me. Barry try to call me a few times but got Zoe instead as I put my calls through to her. Zoe, bless her, when hearing they lost me was not concerned at all and merely enquire what the weather was like and if they are have a good time.

Had an early night and manage some sleep despite been bitterly cold. Even the others complained about the cold which gave me some moral boost. The second day was miles better than the first. I started of by cooking a full English breakfast and that was the talk of the camp. I had a great start and Barry made sure that I know the route well before running of to catch up with the others. The others who by the way was running as well. Those people are not human. Communication was better as we got mobile signal from time to time and Barry send frequent SMS’s from the front to update on directions and enquire if I am still alive. Physically the second day was a breeze compared to the first and I was doing very well. No chaffing between the legs, thanks to Martin who supplied me with some running tights. (Very tight and very revealing but no chaffing). My feet let me down but I was desperate not to loose any more face and to endure at least six hours and hopefully seven. Then Barry gave me jubilation when he sms me saying that Jo has pulled out because of her feet. I thought that if and MdS veteran who is now doing the two arches challenge can pull out, so can I. (Must add that Jo had a good reason as she have a big race on this weekend, I was just chicken). Blissfully unaware I stumble passed a pub to be greeted by a waving Sue and Jo to be whisked of to the finish line in time to share a pint with the others.

All in all it was both easier and tougher than I expected. Day one I almost though I was going to die but recover soon afterwards, day two was good apart from my feet but all the non-humans said that my feet will improve with time and I should not worry too much. They keep telling me not to worry, that make me worry :)

Martin and Sue decided I need to learn how to read maps so I am booked in for a map reading and orienteering course in 2 weeks time. Held at the Brecons!!!! Zoe wants to know more because maybe she will join me. That will be really nice.

Any way Martin is not all that bad. Despite luring me into this weekend’s ordeal he uttered the second most beautiful words I ever heard. “STAY AWAY FROM THE GYM” That is right next to Zoe telling me she loves me. Coming from a man who amongst other things done the MdS, the 6633 Challenge (350 miles above the Arctic Circle) and the Gobi desert challenge. I have to formally announce that the inside of a gym will not see me again ever.


PS: Lost another 1.6kg is now 127.6kg. Only 17.6kg’s to go and 6months, 8 days to do it in.

Interesting Fact

... each year about twice as many people reach the summit of Everest than completing the MdS.

Failure

Attempted a 35mile (56km) yesterday and bailed out. No need for sympathy or political correctness, fact remain I set a goal, committed to it and bailed out while I was still able to put one foot in front of the other. The cold and the rain beat me. I thought I was well prepared with a poncho an some waterproof overshoes, matlock/mattock or something they are called. Supposed to be army issue, however within a few miles they were in shreds and I was walking ankle deep through the water. The poncho was not much help either. It kept the rain out but did not breath. The condensation inside made everything wet. My phone was in a plastic bag inside the rucksack and the water was dripping from it.

I ended up walking in T shirt and shorts. which was OK as long as I kept the 5km/h (3mph) pace. But the blisters that came after a bout 8 miles of drenched shoes slowed me down and I could not walk fast enough to maintain body heat. So after 17 miles I called it a day and called a taxi.

To argue that in the Sahara I will not have rain wind and cold is irrelevant. I am here now and here I have to train. In the desert we will have different challenges, also challenges I did not anticipate or prepared for. If I can not learn to overcome and endure the little problems in the cold and wet. I will stand no chance.

What next. I think if I was warm and dry, I would have had a better chance I need to find suitable clothing and shoes and then do the same route again. Problem is that seldom are good clothing available in my size. I have an exercise booked in the Brecons for 20th of this month and need to redo my failed route before that.

Things that went well:

• Managed to control the chafing between my legs.
• Cooked a full English breakfast on route, Bacon, egg, tomato, mushroom and black pudding. It was beautiful.

Things that can go better:

• Not comfortable with trekking poles, needs getting used to.
• Keeping warm and dry, especially feet.
• Difficult to judge hydration levels in the rain as I do not feel thirsty or notice any sweat. Slightly de-hydrated today.
• Consider dumping the GPS. I start to think it is only a gimmick with weight.

Have not lost or gained weight since last blog. I blame the full sirloin worth of biltong I made. Promise not to make any more for at least 4 weeks.

20 Mile walk

Did a 20 mile (32km) walk yesterday with a 15kg (33lb) backpack. Had two 45 minute stops to cook breakfast and lunch and to test the stove etc. Complete in 8 hours 15 minutes.

I wanted to do a longer walk, 35 mile (56km) but Paul (Experienced walker and friend who walk with me) talked me out of it before we start. I was very disappointed in his negative attitude but afterwards eternally great full.

What went well.
I was not tired, The backpack is amazingly comfortable and did not cause any discomfort or irateness. Had plenty of energy even towards the end.

What went wrong
Two blisters on the ball of my feet the size of golf balls and chafing between the fatty parts of my legs. This started after about 7 miles and was seriously painful but I thought if I stop then I would have no chance completing the MdS so i stuck it out even though I lost all sense of humour towards the end. Legs were very stiff and the worst part was driving home afterwards as I could not lift my legs for either clutch or brake. So I drove back changing gears without clutch and using the handbrake instead.

Good news is this morning I am fine. Legs is much better and ready for another walk. Apart from the blisters and chafing.

Got a bollocking from Debbie who was not impressed that I did such a distance so soon. Martin from likeys also thought it was a bit silly even though it is a good learning curve. He said that a level walk is harder than uphill and downhill because you use the same mussels all the time. (I think he was just kind)

Of to the pharmacy now for some iodine and plasters then puncturing the blisters and see if I can get the skin to stick.

Lost a little more weight and is not 129.2 kg (285 lb)

Lost 37% of target weight.

130 kg this morning. Lost 12kg thus far or 26.5lb
20kg to go. (44lb)
feeling more active and alive
friends are starting to see the difference, I find it a great inspiration
Back is much better now and I hardly feel it anymore
Did not go back to the gym yet, but is doing the Physio's exercises and did go for my first two cross country walks. Didn't walk far, only 2.3 miles (3.7km) each time but did manage an average speed of 3.2mph (5kg/h)
Plan to do longer walk today, but church first and then garden.

Overall feeling great.

Lost 9 Kg in total, 21 to go
back is getting better
start excersising tommorow morning again, but only cardio

Update

Got some stick from various angles due to the forgotten blog, and rightly so. My Apologies. Quick update thus far:

• Start Gym
• Gym awful
• Could not get going in Gym
• Debbie join me at Gym, show me how to exercise properly
• Gym now a doddle :)
• Got serious constipation, doctor blame new low fat diet
• Constipation cause muscle spasms in back
• Cured constipation
• Spasms caused trap nerve low at back and swollen thingies(these rubbery things between vertebrae)
• Got a Physio
• Have to pay for physio :(
• Told not to gym at least two weeks
• Do physio exercises
• HURT LIKE HELL (not exercises, back when try to sleep)
• Have lost 6kg (almost stone)
• General well being: Miserable (because back)
• Time to MDS: 8 months, 8 days, 12 Hours
  

Will try to update more frequently

Is she nice or is she just fit and hate men.

I had a lovely meeting with Deborah yesterday. Measuring me up, all kinds of electrodes and electronic thingies attached to arms and legs and present me with the results.

Basically, I am fat. Well not as fat as I first thought, but still fat. I am 38% fat and need to loose 30kg to be in great shape. (My suspicions should have started when she indicate that loosing that amount of flab would be the easy bit). A good thing is my metabolism which is brilliant. I burn 2572 kCal (10700 Kilojoules) lying still on my back. :). All in all when she drove off leaving me with the first four weeks exercise plan, I was on top of the world and motivated to the core.

Work was quite busy and I only now had a moment to peek at the program that starts in 6 days 14 hours. I am scared....... This is going to be much, much tougher than I had imagined.

Never fear we'll keep the spirits up and just go for it. As my paratrooper friend Steve vehemently explained "fitness wins, remember that Kobus fitness wins"

Socks

There are more technology in a pair of socks than in my satnav. Went on a 3 hour trip to wales to buy socks. Not any kind of socks socks specially designed to reduce blisters. (Note the reduce and not eliminate). They fit like gloves and the names of the composites they are made of is unpronounceable. Am now wearing Nike Pegasus trail shoes with a tall grey socks on the left and short white on the right. Intend to where then nonstop a few days to find out which is best for me.

Also got my rugsack and some dehydrated food to try. Backpack was limited supply and apparently you have to test the food out over a long period to make sure you dont start to hate it or something. Trouth be told it was food, so I bought it.

Gym and Trainers

I used to made charitable contributions to a local gym. FitnessWorks 2000 in Halesowen. I've been a fully paid up member for 2-3 years and visited the place normally after my membership expired in order to renew. When I called to tell Karen (the owner) about my quest she did not hesitate to offer her support. In fact she is sponsoring my membership fees for the entire nine months. That is worth £405. Way to go Karen. I will recommend you to everyone and are placing you on my Links of Honor.

Had a little diversion to Bradford today. Visited the biggest sport shoe shop in the world. Sportsshoes.com Had my walking (shuffle) examined and feet measured in many ways and out of 57 trial shoes to test, I ended up with a brand new pair of No 11 1/2 Nike Pegasus Trial shoes.

I could have saved me the trip because Martin Likey did mention he swears by Nike Pegasus. Sorry again Martin but I am learning.

Spoke also to Deborah yesterday, She are making a few adjustments to my program and we will meet up next week to discuss it.

12 days to go before training start.

A quick update as to what I have dune thus far.

Decided to do the marathon on my birthday 27th of May.

Find a place
The UK contingent was fully booked until 2010 and the 2011 waiting list was about to close as well. I tried the Germans, the Yanks and at last I got a place via South Korea. I paid my deposit, still not quite sure that I am doing this.

Make up my mind
After a few days pondering I decided finally to fully commit to this. And subsequently tell Zoe (wife) who to some surprise was very supportive.

Identify a cause
It was very important to me to use this, a selfish act, to do some good. I spend some time investigating and talking to charities and finally decided to support Christian Aid. Not only do I fully support their work but also their ethos.

Made it public
My Birthday party on Saturday the 31st was a good place. Most of my closest and dearest friends was there and I realised that by telling them I need to do it else I will be left without a shred of credibility. Now I am truly committed.

Plan Training
I decided to start training when I have 9 months left which allow me to get a few things organised. After extensive search I found an incredible talented Personal Trainer, Deborah Rowe. (The former British Triple Jump Champion not the girl who married Michael Jackson) The have a personal training business and have agreed to sponsor me with her time. I am elated. The first and most crucial person on my team is a true professional and my confidence level have increased tenfold even though she have promised me nine months of severe suffering.

Get the Kit
Found expert no 2. Martin Likey, owner of Likey’s. MdS veteran and owner of the biggest and best Ultra ultra marathon shop in the UK. He agrees that I do not need any kit for at least a month into training apart from footwear. I had a few doubts about his footwear advice, (it would not have been like me to just roll over and agree would it?) so I consult with Steve Gilbert a friend from Malvern paragliding Club. He is a retired instructor at the British Paratroopers and is now in Dubai teaching the UAE army how to fall out of planes. I thought if anyone knows how to cross a dessert on foot, he should know.

He said the same as Martin. Sorry Martin.

So I am looking for a trial shoe that is very light, very breathable and can support my ultra wide foot and my 22 stone.

Prepare to receive donations
Spend half the day today setting up this Blog, the donations web site, and the online photo album

What it is about

I have done many exiting things, like Parachute Jump, Bungee, Scuba, Paragliding, etc. so adrenaline sports won’t raise an eyebrow. One thing I never did is running. I hate running. Seriously the longest distance I ever run was a 1.5mile fitness test (2.4km) I did this only twice, once in 1987 and again in 2007. I had to walk more than half of it. Also I am unfit, not the "I can’t run an iron man" unfit, no, proper unfit. I am 183cm tall (6’1”) and weigh 142kg (22.4 stone). I paraglide with a tandem wing. So I thought running a marathon would be pushing the boat out, but would it be enough to shut up midlife crises whisperers. I am not sure. There are a lot of fat blokes doing the London marathon; no I have to do better. Then I saw the documentary on TV. The Marathon Des Sables and my decision was made...
That was the fun bit, now the serious bit.

I want your money. Christian Aid is a great charity helping people all over the world in places like Burma and Zimbabwe. If you think you have it tough, think again because you don’t. That you can access a computer to read this page proof that you don’t.

There are people in this world who have lost all. Family, friends, belongings, land, food, dignity and worst of all they have lots hope. There are people for whom death is a welcome end to suffering. We can not stop this, and we may not make a big difference. But through Christian Aid we will make a difference to a few. And for that few, whom we will never know and who will never know us, for them we will have made a difference.

Give as much as you can. If you are a regular giver, please spare us a few pence. If you are not a regular giver. Stop for a moment, examine your own life and consider this opportunity to use a little of your money to rescue lives. And those who think you do not have much to give. I challenge you to go hungry for a day and give the money you saved.

Who ever you are, just give.

Thanks
Kobus