Finally we are on our feet and trekking towards our destination and leaving the butt numbing buses and jaw crunching jeeps and heading into the hills. Twelve went forward but after a porter bought a message an hour and a half into the trek, a valiant trio returned to Askole (Mick Cookie and Henry) to sort out a rather overweight barrel and in the process make the six hour trek into a nine hour horror show.

With clean water being as rare as a cupcake being left in a fat kids lunchbox the day was declared officially a water free zone and nearly everyone ran out of water in the 40 + degree heat. Arriving in Jula didn't appease the travel weary group and an overcrowded and under sanitised night was to follow.