My last entry. Africa. When I was in the North of Mozambique it all started to get a bit much. I couldn't take anymore smoking over barrels of petrol. But even then I new that I would miss it, almost instantly, and I still do. As stupid as so many things are in the parts of Africa I have seen I love this place because of these things and for so many more reasons. African's are not stupid, they know the problems they face. They know they are poor, they know that fitting 27 people in a mini bus is ridiculous and they know that the shacks they often live in are inadequate for their families. But thats life, and if they have peace, they just get on with it. Its easy to shed tears for the starving kid from Sudan, they deserve our sympathy after all. The best people in Africa truely are those who are bare arsed and not the militias with their guns and machetes or the politians in their suits who have kind words but selfish motives. Africa has the best wildlife, the friendliest people and so much potential it is almost unbelievable. She just needs a chance.

As for my time. Its exceeded every expectation I ever had. The two-and-a-half months in PEDRRU was so special. I thought I was a well rounded person before I came on this trip but my time with the refugees and those at Mirembe school taught me things which I don't even have words for. I will never forget the people I met. Albert, Bolingo, Mary, Jacques Bwira and many more people showed me strengh that I didn't know existed. Terrible things continue to happen in their country. Over one thousand people a day die in the Congo from rebels or terrorists as they may be called if they operated in other parts of the world. This is incredible for a country which is so fertile that feeding itself shouldn't even be a consideration and for a country which has a well educated population. Unfortunately the world cares little for the most deadly more since WWII when there is no oil up for grabs.

Whilst many deserve our sympathy, lets not get a distorted image. Not every African has flies sitting on their distended belly. The kids here are enough to give anyone hope and I will never forget the smile on the Kissu girl at school, it had enough energy to power Kampala for a week.

As for me. I now know.