getting there all the way

After we got off the train, we were met by military trucks and soldiers ready to escort us to camp.  (That's us of course, not the soldiers.)

We and all our suitcases were put in the wooden beds.  We closed the canvas flaps to limit the dust some.  We still got pretty dusty, though.  When I got to camp, I traced my ear with my finger, and it came away caked with dirt.  So we felt very authentic.

The trucks churned up and down river banks, and over and through potholes and mudholes.  They sounded uncertain sometimes, but they never broke down.

And of course the usual cows and horses getting in the way: