What makes a good weekend in the middle of nowhere?

• When the born again Christians in town for three days of riotous non-stop day and night hollering, who for some reason chose to camp out next to your compound of all places, go home having given God and all around a headache.
• When you successfully negotiate your way through a river that used to be a road and 4 ft tall grasses to reach a resettlement site.
• When two or three hundreds children of all ages laugh, sing, dance and clap their way through 2 hours of games and sports you have organised for them.
• When they humour you when you introduce them to odd games like the three legged race and sack race that leave the entire community in stitches as the kids trip left, right and centre in pursuit of crossing the finishing line first.
• When after exhausting them, they still find the energy to sit down with you and participate in your research, sharing their views, laughing, debating, acting out dramas and drawing.
• When a dozen kids turn up to play ultimate frisbee with you on Sunday evening and end up running circles around you.
• When a complete rainbow appears over the horizon as a storm builds.
• When the restaurant bakes cup cakes, albeit plain and slightly dry cup cakes.
• When you stop long enough to lie in your hammock.