Crowded house

Back from the game count I was hoping we just be able to chill but sadly that wasn't the case and we were immediately rounded up to watch the vehicles. Apparently it's a Friday routine before the volunteer changeover. It's no fun scraping out the sand and dried much from the floor of the truck and it must have taken a good hour between us. It was hardly my favourite moment, but then we had to earn our keep (well above the fees to be here). And then there was one more task, an online survey of the camp and the coordinators. I think Katarina and I were quite honest. It was a stunning place and a unique experience, but maybe we didn't need to turn every hike into a race I we could have got some more guidance. But it was a small price to pay in the end.

With our bags packed and stacked against the wall we await the arrival of volunteers from the other camps. This place is more or less halfway between so as the three groups merge, they are divided and sent to their next destination.

As they arrive we feel invaded. We've been such a small group that so many new faces and so many voices feels unsettling. Many people know each other including some of ours - and we even see a few familiar faces from the first night. After lunch, with us all spilling out across the camp, the first group was called and off they drove in their convoy of a bus and 4x4s. Then it was our turn and we bid our farewells to Doug and Caroline and indeed our volunteer friends Will and Nick who are staying behind another week.

Oh and here's a photo of some kid cleaning its teeth.