Wingere asked a couple of his buddies - some buddies they turned out to be - to look after us while he went off to swim 2.4 miles, bike 112 miles and then run a marathon. We were hoping he'd see us again for the marathon but oh no ... he chose those sexy little trainers of his and off he ran.
Maybe we would get to see him at the finish? Oh no ... he just abandoned us with these Limeys and that was the last we saw of him.
So what next?
Well it all went dark for a while, we were locked in a luggage bag and flown out of the USA to England of all places. We are getting used to the weird customs, lousy weather and warm beer - we have even been taken on a holiday to the seaside - some place in Devon that looked like it was straight out of "Lord of the Rings" - but we are getting homesick. We want to be "Surfin' USA" and we want to see Wingere again!
We'll keep trying to communicate but please help us to get back home!