Life in a truck

I guess things are settling down to some extent on Calypso, everyone is starting to understand how things work on an overland trip. We have been assigned jobs to do, most of us do them, and the jobs rotate occasionally.

My current job is Tent/Wood Packer/Unpacker. I'm quite glad I don't have a badge for that one. This job involves, well, it's self explanatory really. But we haven't had any wood yet, since we haven't done any wilderness camps yet. So my job has been that much easier. I think this will change in the next few days.

One girl, Rachel, is the Truck Wallha, which is an arcane and mystical position requiring many years of study. As she has been training for only five days, we still haven't been able to determine what this job actually entails.

We all take turns cooking, my turn has yet to arrive. So far the food has been surprisingly good, today's lunch was unexpectedly good. We stopped at a motorway service station where there was already a bus group of mainly retired German and French tourists having their lunch. They took great interest in us, as does everyone we meet, but then they gave us all their surplus food! We received a bucket of potato salad, some sauerkraut, some type of coleslaw, loads of bread and an almost whole ham. And even some dessert. It was embarrassing how much they gave us, but we ate it all gladly. If this happens every time we stop we won't need to buy any food!

I wonder whether it is ethically correct to live entirely from the generosity of strangers? I hope to be able to answer this once I have been fed by the cook group.