Running with bees

Four days a week I go for a run on this trail behind our compound. One of the things I love about this trail is that it's usually very unpopulated so I don't feel like I'm the center of attention while I'm running. Usually it's a very nice run; the weather is not hot yet (I run at 6am), the scenery is wonderful, the air smells nice, and it's very calming to just run. Today however was very different. There were more people in the fields, which still isn't very bad since I just wave to them as I run past. Towards the end of the first mile I ran past a tree, only to feel a sting on my back near my shoulders, then through the music of my ipod I hear the buzzing and another sting! A swarm of angry bees!!!! So then I start to scream and run faster, trying to get someone to help me. Although the men in the field can't understand my hysteric screams and just wave at me like I"m crazy. So I sprint down the path with a swarm of bees around my head screaming like a crazy person. If only there was a lake or some body of water to jump in, oh right, I'm in Ghana, in the Northern region during dry season, crap. Eventually after about a quarter mile sprint there were only a few bees still attacking and I got a man from a field to come beat me with a cloth to get rid of them. I definitely could have gone through life without that experience. At least I'm not allergic to bee stings! (cause I probably wouldn't have made it back to my compound to get a shot in time) After the bees left me alone, some man came up to me to tell me that this morning they were smoking the bees in that tree. Who knows why, but he told me I shouldn't run this path for the next few days. Aye Aye capt. No worries there, I believe I'm going to find me a new running path. Ugh.