Et la famille. . . .

Iconic. Plus us. Though Phoebe fights our corner hard.

Each temple hugely different. We are shuttled in air-conditioning from one to the next. We don't make it up for sun-rise.

Ulrich meanwhile working from 5am to late, negotiating with the local militia the police mistook for the army and asked to support operations (easy mistake), and cleaning distribution lists of over 20,000 households as the good citizens of Goma muscle in. He was in one of the camps at 3;30am the other morning: surely madness. Mine definitely not to reason why, and I maintain that he's loving it - I'm very glad not to be there. Skype is an efficient, if surreal, way to keep in touch, with strange snapshots of the day.