I love the cacophany of howls from the Village dogs when the Imam calls the faithful to prayer - especially last thing at night. We've now been here long enough not to wake up to his morning call.

I spent Friday morning helping out with documenting the artefacts we had recovered in the previous fortnight and generally heling get the records straight, while Kathy tagged along with the people who were getting GPS locations for some of the more recent features that have been constructed here (car parks, retaining walls and the like). In the afternoon we went for a wander around the village in which we stay. It didn't take long, but there's a lovely memorial to nurses in the village square, and on the outskirts there's quite a grand memorial to those who died in the hospitals that had been erected beside the village.

On Saturday we briefed a couple of VIPs on our work before giving them a bit of a tour around the place, and in the afternoon we rephotographed a few features (trenches and tunnel entrances) that we had documented a couple of years ago, but in pouring rain, so the original photos hadn't been too good. Last nigh all we had for dinner was a cheese platter and a bottle of wine. What more could one ask for?