How To Be A Poor Guest

Following our game against the club team last night, each boy was assigned to a host family in singles, doubles or in one case a trio. I was assigned to the May family who welcomed me warmly into their home. Gareth even moved into his brother's room so I could have a room to myself for the night. When dinner was offered to me I asked to be excused to my room as I wasn't feeling too well. After retiring to my host's chamber, I promptly ran out and narrowly missed their toilet with some delicious projectile vomit. All four of the Mays then checked I was ok, offered me medicine, water and anything else I could want. I of course waited for everyone to fall asleep, only to vomit all over my host's bed, and made extra sure to wake up everyone in the household in the process. Again, they helped me change all my bedding, got me water, offered me a shower and gave me some pain killers.

Moral of the story is, if you ever travel to South Africa and stay with a host family, feel free to vomit in the most inconvenient of places. For some reason, when you do they remain helpful, kind and accommodating people.

Pete Burrell