Burning

Today we went out to look for possible locations for a new camp. It was a hot day, and some corner areas of the locations could be reached only by foot. The sun was almost directly above our heads as you could see your shadow only by looking straight down. We walked for a while with a GPS receiver and a laser range finder. There were some old Soviet empty shells on the ground. It was only when we came back to the cars, in which the air conditioning had been running, that I realized how hot it really was outside. It was hard to breathe, almost like when it's really cold. I almost burned my neck, because I forgot to put on sun lotion. (Just when we were leaving the phone rang, a guard wanted advance on his salary, etc. As usual.)

During the patrol we came across the place where our garbage man takes our garbage and should burn it. We found the place still burning, but most of the garbage was just spread all over and not burnt and buried like we had ordered the man to do. I have had to remind the garbage man once before about not doing his job properly, so today I gave him a second notice with a warning that there would be no third notice. We pay him a montly sum for disposing of our garbage that is so big that he can easily hire a man to stand there all day, six days a week and see to it that all the garbage burns properly. If he himself has no time to see to it that our garbage is taken care of and doesn't cause complains, he should hire someone who has time. In the afternoon MOT D sent a message that they had flipped one of their vehicles on the side. No-one was injured. Later they managed to get it back on its wheels and continue their patrol.