We drove back to Karatu on Sunday morning over the dusty,
bumpy road. One of our two Land Rovers had a bit of car trouble – a faulty fuel
pump that the drivers together fixed relatively quickly. Ryan, the Bayos’
four-year-old son, insisted on sitting by the window in the front seat next to
me, but soon fell asleep in my arms, and stayed that way for most of the trip.
After landing back at the volunteer house, we dumped our
luggage and went to the nearby Happy Days, an ex-pat hangout, for lunch (and
Internet, we hoped). It took an hour to get served; in other words, the
restaurant is much the same as it was three years ago – the food is good but
the service is slow. And there was no Internet. Alas!
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