Our long shadows casted out in front of us, pointing us in the right direction.
Until the buzzing fireflies casted their own light.
There was still 1700m of sand road left before we could rest our traveling rims. I saw Jolandi's light behind
me swerve, but the swerving sensation might have been me paddling through the darkness. We made final
destination at 20:00, with Doug (the owner of the farm) that came searching for us, escorting us to the
tented camp. Here we were welcomed by Zama, Zama Lek!