7.00pm Great day today. Decided to go cross country today to our next destination. Armed with a map and a compass the Land Girl and Marmot brilliantly led the other four teams in a spaghetti route across sand and mud tracks, river beds and plains. We did quite a lot of encircling cattle as we headed valiantly in the wrong direction, then the right one again. There ain't no signs in the savannah! Think Top Gear goes to Africa episode. It was great fun, and our Range Rover was loving it. Even the little cars kept up. The Americans now have a fab new lease of life in their Polo. Dom got stuck in sand again. We were outside a remote village. It all turned out to see us. Led by their elder complete with bobble hat. It was 40C. They pushed us out, pointed in right direction and asked for a village photo. We took it, but where to send? Elder wrote down an address, but didn't see any post vans!

9.30pm Another night, another remote village campment. Eleven pounds for hut, dinner and breakfast. All lovely and clearly the accomodation of choice for gun runners as three turned up with big cases after dark. Diet good but simple prompting fantasy food game. Lots of greenery turning up as lack of veg here, along with junk food, milk and cheese. Ryan, the American, had the nerve to ask Rob and me how much of today's crack navigation we were unsure of. Cheeky!