Lunch

Out of the dust road, we stop briefly at a supermarket. The roads here may be underdeveloped, but that's only because it's not very economical to tarmac thousands of miles of road for a population of only thousands (down south especially). The supermarket is vast and as well stocked as anything back home. So much so we are a little overwhelmed and so settle on some chicken and chips from a takeaway next door.

The four or five hours of constant rattling finally comes to an end and we arrive at what will be our home for a week. There are many people here because it's also a junction between three sites. Those from the more distant site are travelling back and we've join from the north. We are all quickly seated for a plate of beef casserole. Over the course of an hour those going back north, or those travelling further south, drive on. Only five of us remain.