Still no response on the turkey, and we are two days away. It really doesn't feel like Christmas, since we are ramping up our closing activities. Tents will start coming down, the stock will be emptied out, and donations will be made.
We get the cargo list today for the plane that arrives tomorrow. We should be receiving our Christmas good order, that included chocolate, butter, wine, carrots, potatoes, lemons, cheese. The luxury items we can't find here.
There is a sheep screaming every minute or so outside of our compound, tied on a tether and awaiting Christmas. I guess lamb is plan B if the turkeys don't come through. The sheep is very unhappy with the idea, and lets us know, all day long. He's got grass and water, but he seems to want friends. Demanding sucker, he is. We'll eat him soon.
I'm off to give the plane briefing to the four people flying home to Lubumbashi tomorrow. Our team is slowly reducing from 30, until in a week and a half we will be 0.
Merry Christmas, Kapanga.
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