After a very long unpleasant and uncomfortable flight, we finally landed in Remote. It was hot and dry and mosquitoes were having an ‘all you can eat’ on my body.
We were billeted in small foul rooms in a horrible flop house, woke to a barely edible breakfast, then were driven over the most horrible roads to even more Remote.
I was not the only one to leave my breakfast on the road.
We came to a modern facility and were given boxes of supplies and were to select our choice of shacks. I chose the most isolated, because I didn’t want to see Z or his wife or anyone.
I didn’t want to be there, I didn’t want to be at all.