These are some pics of our flat tire driving back from Rwanda. The rope swing was an incredible time and most people didn't get hurt; a few of the girls let go of the rope prematurely... they lived. Redmond and I also broke the rules and decided to swim out to a different island early in the morning. We waited for Angela, but she was a no show, so we headed out at 6:30am. The lake we were swimming over is the deepest lake in ... Africa (maybe east Africa), so that feeling of "oh my goodness! There are thousands of feet of water beneath us" was definitely kinda freaky. We got to the island and swam back watching the sunrise. It took about a little less than an hour to swim there and back, and we estimated it was a little more than a mile swim. (The lake is supposedly the only lake in Africa that doesn't have parasites, Dad, so we should be okay... but I'll let you know if I have larvae crawling out of my eyes in a month). The one pic of the guy swinging off the rope using no hand was me. They dared me to try and use no hands, so I did, knowing I had the largest muscles of the body on my side. (It was actually an awkward stage of me flipping off the rope).