Kampala

We arrived in the middle of the night, the air warm and strangely scented. After a surprisingly swift trip through customs, we were met by Stephen and Anya who, it must be said, quite rightly ignored me an Ken and instead ran to pick up Angus and Isla in massive and most welcome hugs. 

We had an hour's drive in a borrowed pick up truck which the kids thought was so exciting! Isla wanted to stand in the back and help with all the bags; Angus just wanted to collapse in the back on his seat. All the anticipation of the trip had finally climaxed in meeting Stephen and I think he could finally allow himself to sleep. He stayed awake long enough to comment on the air tasting different and his desire to have a couple of days to get used to it and that in the dark Africa looks like England, and then he slept. Isla sat next to Ken quietly taking it all in and confidently chatting to Anya.