The sun just came out. It was still cold. Very cold. The crowds started gathering. After 3 days of constant rain the mud was soft, smooth, slippery and deep. An improvised ring has been placed around the muddy patch.
Monique was standing in the blue corner wearing a leopard print bikini. Her skin was all goose-bumps. The tiny blonde hairs on her skin would have stood up in the cold if not for the full-body wax.
Suddenly, the cheering crowds are heard over the loud music. "We will, we will, rock you!" It was Pricilla, the reigning UK champion emerging from an improvised tent between the trees. Wearing a minimal florescent-pink outfit, she takes her spot on the red corner. She was taller than Monique and had an air of confidence about her.
Within a few seconds the bell rang and saw the young ladies pounce at each other. Their toned bodies interlocking for a brief moment before they give in to the mud. Slipping out of each others grip they try to grab whatever body part they can get their hands on. To the crowd's pleasure, their bikini tops loosen up in the process.
4 March 2010, the Heath, the 1st North London mud-wrestling championship
195km down. 805km to go.
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You are running across cultures, continents and changing landscapes. A real journey! I wish I didn’t have a bad knee r that I could be as bad as my knee. Thanks for the wedding post (a rare multicultural cultural experience), by the way…
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