It was a brutal journey back to the U.K. Leaving Salone, Krio for Sierra Leone, Alastair and I made the seven-hour drive from camp to Freetown airport, on horrendous roads, in a bouncy pick-up truck, but thankfully without any major problems. Needing to give ourselves enough of a cushion in case of a breakdown, we arrived at the airport with quite a few hours to spare. We waited for our flight in the small and sparse airport and eventually boarded the over-booked flight. The cold Alastair and I have been fighting off made the flight uncomfortable but we couldn’t be more pleased to arrive in London for a taste of home. Alastair’s parents, Paddy and Sue, were kind enough to collect us in the early morning hour and, although fatigued, we are enjoying a lovely British summer day. Alastair’s parents live in the picturesque town of Marlow, and I am certainly luxuriating in the seemingly small things, such as going for a walk in clean areas without being stared at or propositioned. There is a delightful lack of mud, bugs, dust, and animals. Marlow is set on the river Thames and, although I feel a bit guilty for trading in Apple for Bertie the dog, Alastair and I relished in a walk around town with his sister, Ruth.