So for the next 5 days I'll be drinking water. And water alone.
But.
I don't really think I realised how easy that is until just now. I was filling my bedside pint glass for the night, from the sink in my bedroom. Maybe 12 foot from my bed, probably less. And it took me about a minute to get there, run the water for a bit to get to the cold stuff from the tank and then fill a pint of water into my glass.
In October 2011 I volunteered in Tanzania with my school, and one day we went and collected water from the local pump. The local pump was a thirty minute walk away, maybe more.
Once you've got to the pump, you have to pump the water out of ground, whilst that sounds straight forward enough, try doing it when the metal has been in the full heat of the sun all day, and the mechanism has never been oiled, and there are 20 other people all watching you struggle.
Honestly the experience of getting water isn't ever comparable between the two places, and the village we stayed in was one of the closest to any pump of all the villages. Infact the same pump served a village over 1 and a half hours away. I hope that when I wake up tomorrow faced with porridge made with just water I remember how lucky I am to have water from a tap.
Not to mention the fact that pumped water needs to be sterilised using Chlorine tablets.
Sadly, this will become a recurring theme, that there is a saving grace about everything I do that whilst its a huge challenge for me, it really doesn't come close to the truth of the matter.