Crossing vast forests and the beautiful Fly River, between or at times through rain showers, seeing the tracks of the loggers road, and later the lake, with all its swamps, birds, small settlements, boats, etc. Soon enough we’re at Boboa airstrip, where a huge amount of villagers just come to stare. We meet Sep and some of the local boys who will be helping us at the camp and they teach us the famous Lake Murray handshake (after shaking hands you squeeze eachothers’ index finger and pull away so it snaps).

The camp
The camp is better than I dared to imagine. Proudly the guys introduce us to the house they’ve been building for the last couple of days. The big main house is where we sleep and cook and the smaller 'office' is where all the equipment is kept.

We have a system to filter lake water, the boys dug a toilet, the ‘kitchen’ is surrounded by logs to sit on and the upper floor is used for sleeping – fully equipped with mosquito nets, of course.

We’ve been 'decorating' it all and now it feels like home already!

Bye for now, catch y'all later!
Klaas