Just upstream from Sippar the fishermen paddle their coracles to the river bank. They are planning to prepare a meal. You take the chance to leave them. Thanking them for their help you begin walking. The tracks are busy with people returning to Sippar from working in the surrounding fields. You ask the driver of a cart drawn by oxen if he has space. He nods and you jump on the back among the sacks of grain. Within a few hours you are back in the noisy, dirty city. You are happy because you are home. Your father will be surprised that you left Nabium-malik, but will be pleased that you have learnt so much about trade and travelling.