The Pickup

We found ourselves in a 4x4 with Georgie, one of the coordinators (researchers) at the next camp. Katarina was at the back squashed between a pile of boxes. It was an open pick-up truck (not like this one ahead of us and magically it had proper suspension. I forgot what that felt like. Slamming every bump is not a necessary experience of every trip.

While Katarina slept (or struggled to among the stacked boxes) Georgie and I chatted about the new camp and her own journey to this country, from her home in Australia (her accent is unmistakable). We're volunteers having a bit of fun, but of course for Georgie (as it was was Doug and Caroline) this is serious business. The volunteering just helps to pay - and provides some much needed manual labour.