Today Randy and I slept in (a little) and went right back to the airport to see how we were going to transfer one hundred gallons from drums to the plane's fuel tanks without getting a bunch of debris inside. No pumps, no lifts, just four guys and Phillip's experience. We decided to clean a bucket and siphon (yuck) the fuel down to a lower level where we could finally lift one drum on top of the other where the entire drum could siphon into the tank. Two hours later (everything takes two hours minimum) we were covered with jet fuel but had completed our mission succesfully. It only took twenty hours to get one hundred gallons of fuel into the plane. After that Randy and I wandered in to the local watering hole for beers. Imagine a tiny convenience store about ten feet away from a street teeming with motorcycles, livestock and pedestrians, enclose the area by the front door with woven grass fencing, plop down four rickety benches and, voila! A Cameroonian bar. Randy and I blended right in with the local barflies. After a heated discussion with some guy who described himself as the Herb Man we found out that the whole bar had been tacking on beers to our account. This was no time to argue so we paid, gave fist pounds and hugs to all and went on our merry way back to the church compound for dinner with our hosts. Tune in tomorrow for more adventures.