Spent a couple of days just enjoying the surf near Djembering. I mostly stay under the cool shade of the Filao trees. I’m tired and a bit disillusioned by all the deaths. Where we live people get ill and they get better. Here people get ill and die. It’s hard to stop myself from feeling personally responsible for four deaths. My friend Adama comes to visit. I had been told he was dead. Seeing him makes me feel better; as does playing with my screamingly healthy daughters in the waves. I don’t allow my daughters to eat sugar and force feed them masses of fruit and vegetables.