Set out.
The camp had quite a few vehicles, but unfortunately, all the trucks with large cargo capacities had gone out to deliver international aid. Only one remained at the camp, and it was the kitchen's truck for hauling fresh ingredients. With more than a thousand people eating, drinking, and handling their daily needs, the camp's regular consumption was no small amount.
The only other vehicles were jeeps and armored vehicles.
Jeeps couldn't carry many people, and there weren't enough to transport everyone.
There were enough armored vehicles, and they could squeeze in a few extra people. But showing up at another tribe's celebration in a convoy of armored vehicles would be a bit much. Anyone who didn't know better might think they were there for a fight!
These days, the tribal warriors no longer carried spears and darts. They had automatic weapons. Seeing seven or eight armored vehicles roll up would inevitably cause a misunderstanding.
There was one battered, secondhand minibus with an estimated attack rating of -5, defense of +3, speed of +9, and durability of +2. It could just about manage to transport people. It had been bought locally in Mogadishu for a hundred dollars, and even finding spare parts was difficult. The mechanics' solid skills were the only reason the junker, which occasionally belched black smoke from the rear, could still stay on the road instead of breaking down every few days. It wasn't even worth enough to sell for scrap.
Even so, there was only one minibus, nowhere near enough. They'd need another three or four to make the trip, even if everyone squeezed in.
As for larger buses that could carry more passengers, the peacekeeping force couldn't possibly keep one sitting idle in reserve. If they needed one, they usually arranged to rent it