I think sitting down after a long hard day of moving forward, in this case by foot through Maasailand in the year 2000 (Knorr soups), starting the stove for food, is among the most satisfying feelings on earth. I have very seldom any bigger thoughts, e.g now thoughts on the meaning of life or the opposite sex, at these moments. It is just pure bliss. I have almost always used my own stove, because the time it takes to do a good fire with perfect emvas not making pots too dirty. Main meal cooked is by far pasta and canned tuna/makrill!