It’s Saturday afternoon. I’m sitting naked in my lounge. Zero Thirty One is maddeningly hot. I’m bathed in sweat. Even the soles of my feet are pouring. It’s brutal. It’s beautiful. It’s Durban. We worked like dogs. We sweated like pigs. We scurried like rats. We walked for miles just to get bounced. Mangaung was a mad week of little sleep, irregular food, mad deadlines.