Brai-day

And so our adventure ends as we return to our car and drive back to the main camp, about an hour or so. It's late afternoon and it's technically our day off (although my body hardly feels like that). We have time to shower and chill and also to pack for our next destination tomorrow.

The sun drops quickly and the feast of the week awaits us. Every Friday is a huge brai (barcecue) and they weren't kidding - it is huge. An entire herd has been slaughtered to fill the table alongside roast potatoes and fresh dough to cook on the fire. It's our last evening here and we make the most of it with a steady supply of beer and chatter. It was a small and remarkable group of people. We feel so lucky to have joined this team. Arriving here without any idea what was in store, it was not just a relief but a real joy to share it with people we seem to have so much in common (even if I was twice their age).