P.S.

I forgot to include this with the last post.

 

Once a street boy always a street boy? I think not, but in some ways maybe! After they got tired of swimming some of the boys swept the perimeters of the beach area looking for scrap. In the case of this little fellow pulling it off the air plane. You could see them sizing up the plane, thinking of all the money they could get if they could somehow bring it back to Kampala and scrap it. They made do with the pieces they could manage to get off. This was unbeknown to me. I was unaware that this sort of vandalism was being committed until we had made it out of the gates of the beach area and the boys let out a collective cheer. Turns out they were rather nervous about being caught by the guard at the door. They were very proud of their days work, and at since we were well on our way there was no point in taking it back...  Good work boys. Now you just have to carry it all to the weighing station.