The plan was to meet Iain and Julie at the Red Rooster sign for a 10 mile run. I arrived on time and after waiting 10 minutes I realized that there was probably another Red Rooster sign in the city so I took off on my own. I ran an out and back along a super narrow busy road and somehow on my way back I took a slight left when I should have taken a right and for the next 1.5 hours I wandered aimlessly through the city with no idea where I was going. Notice below that the finish below is not the same at the start. After trying to get directions at the 7-11 and from a highschooler who was late to school I just sat on a pole at an intersection and almost started to cry. My hip hurt, I was hungry, nobody could understand me and needed to get back to the house within a hour because we were leaving for the airport. Fortunately I came to my senses and decided to walk back to the one recognizable building I could see, the townhall, where I knew somebody could probably speak just enough English for me to explain that I was lost. As luck would have it right when I got there the mother of the host family called the station and 10 minutes later I was in the car headed back to the house. At least I am now tired enough that I shouldn't get too restless on my 13 hours of flights home.
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