The plane has just arrived to take us home tomorrow.  I can hardly believe it's finally here as they've been umming and arring about sending it all week.  I was almost beginning to think maybe it would never come and I was going to be forgotton about up here.  At least I would have had David with me who has been an angel over the last couple of weeks.  He's had the patience of a saint looking after me.  Thank you Dave!!

The tractor was sent off last week to a different camp and still hasn't returned so Andy, Carrie, Dave and the rest of the staff have gone on a Livingstone style expedition to bring back all the cargo from the plane.  I volunteered to keep fort here at the lodge.  I'm a wimp I know.

We'll be leaving for Pemba in the morning and I should be feeling relieved but the truth is I'm going to miss being here.  It has been a great experience to be so detached from the rest of the World for a couple of weeks.  You get a chance to take a good look at yourself as there is plenty of time for reflection.

My adventure is far from over though.  This little trip in the Niassa Reserve was just the start, a test to see how I would fair for the rest of the year.  Well for one I haven't turned tail and bolted, which is my usual routine.  That gives me some hope that I may get through this.  One thing I've learned is that I'm the only one who can put an end to my fear.  Familiarility of the bush will only help me so far I will have to do the rest.  I have to want to stop being afraid and put an end to it.  I'm guessing this is easier said than done.