Due to the uncertainty around the customs clearance, and absence of much else to do I had given the guys the morning off. After enjoying my morning coffee that had left a grainy sludge in the bottom of my cup I got a call to inform me that our shipment was cleared for collection. I rallied the guys, organised the truck and we made our way down to the wharf. The driver's son, who must only be 7 or 8 was scrambling around the cab of the truck and Masi and Peni in the back, joined today by Uniuni, a fit man in his sixties, wearing a floppy straw hat and long grey beard - the only real indicator of his age. After scrambling for the keys to the container and eventually resorting to bolt cutters we were finally underway. The inverters, cabling and other small items were loaded onto the truck along with my precious food supplies from back home. By the time we unloaded the equipment at site and made it back to the house it was after 5 and the guys decided they’d had enough manual handling for one day so we lifted my groceries up to the first floor balcony with the hi-ab rather than battle with the stairs. Much to the amusement of all of the neighbours who came out to watch the whole spectacle.