There are more photo's of the trip so far at http://www.flickr.com/gp/7780843@N03/2qy2a5

I have had two nights now at Mama Kilala's house. I am physical exhausted. I sit around in the sun writing up my notes from last week and reading a very amusing book- "A Short History of Tractors". There are people I should contact, places I should be arranging to visit but right now I don't have the energy. Herta has a young orphan called Maya with her to stay and we play basket ball with an old sweetcorn husk. In the evening we all play Trivial Pursuits together.

The bees are strangely silent this morning. Maybe their work is done and they have simply moved on. I am looking forward to doing the same. The sun rises a perfect orange behind the trees throwing them into silhouette. I can see it from where I lie in my hammock.

The bees are buzzing again the queen is working her magic. The flysheet on my hammock works. I discover this during a thunderstorm that cracks across the sky one evening. I like to pitch it high enough that I can stand straight underneath it and arrange things inside before jumping in. I wasn't sure how cold it was going to be be at the night. But the R.A.F