Well I made it home, safe and sound, plus or minus a few dermatological issues. The ride back was a little exhausted. The driver picked us (Michele and I) up in Kambama and we headed for Bo. Upon reaching Bo, we realized the driver had no intention of bringing us to Freetown, and he said he had no information about the plan. We got ahold of the coordinator who explained to the driver that he needed to pick us up the next morning to go to Freetown. He grudgingly agreed, but then said he wanted to leave at 6am. Doing the math, I saw that that would get us to Freetown by 10am, leaving Michele and I hanging around for over 4 hours for the boat. I suggested 7, he again suggested 6, and I firmly said “We’re leaving at 7, dangit.” Or something to that effect. Then when we went to go get some water, we found the driver sitting around, complaining about having no place to sleep. Sorry, dude. Went to bed, did not sleep well, then started out to Freetown (at 7!). The driver was extremely hard to understand, and to make him understand anything I was saying was difficult too…We got to the water taxi location and he dropped us off, after demanding I take 4 photographs of him next to the vehicle, and an admonishment to bring him a watch next time I come from abroad. Then Michele and I went to the beach and waited for 2 hours for some grilled fish (which was billed as “boneless” which I thought meant filet – but apparently they just took out the big bone through the center, and all the teeny tiny bones were left throughout, but it was tasty regardless) and chips. Then we headed to the airport – both Michele and I fell asleep on the speed boat across the water, we were so tired at that point. I made my flight fine, but when I reached Atlanta, the dart gun had not arrived. I called Sonia who was pretty worried, but it showed up at our doorstep around 11pm that night. Whew! Now I’m just tired.