Well, yesterday was so much fun I just have to tell you about that before I tell you about today! Yesterday was flying exclusively for MSF (Doctors Without Borders). I always like flying for them because usually things are straightforward and I feel like I'm making a tangible difference in the unbelievable physical suffering that goes on here. So I take off from Bunia and head for a town called Dungu...just me and some toilet paper for the folks in the bush (and a few other things). No passengers means I don't have to be sensitive to their needs, and instead of climbing out at 500 feet per minute, I raise the nose and climb at more than 1,000 feet per minute, so I can take better advantage of the strong morning tailwinds. I reach my cruising altitude and quickly accelerate to 145 knots, shaving 15 minutes off my normal time. I also take the opportunity to do things I don't normally do when I have a plane full of passengers. I pull out emergency checklists and run through many different scenarios from memory as if there was a real emergency...with hands flying everywhere, pushing buttons, touching knobs, running through mock communications. I try not to do that sort of thing when other people are on board, because if the passengers start seeing the pilot's hands zooming around the cockpit with a sense of urgency, they tend to get a little worried. I also take some time to update our airstrip directory and do some other paperwork along the way. I land in Dungu and wouldn't you know it, the patient I brought out last week who was attacked by the LRA is standing there, waiting for a ride home. I'm glad he's doing better, and I'm happy to bring him back to his family.