To the rescue comes Mike s jungle machete, and we finally drag ourselves through to Ogas Lake campsite. Two more portages, Anjigame Lake, and then on to a dream island campsite, circled by sand beaches. Alas, two boats come charging down the lake to harass us. Mike grasps his machete, and waving it like a banshee, charges out on the sandspit to frighten off the intruders. The boats do a rapid about-face and as soon as they re out of sight, modest Mike returns the hero.
Next day is train day.
We have to flag it down at 1 p.m. That means a very early start. Our campfire is closed with prayer at 10 p.m. and all go to their tents. Suddenly I m awakened by a tremendous racket, look out and discover a campfire party is in full progress with Mike leading the pack. In a fit of fury I roar and they scurry into their tents.