Journey home

We asked my daughters friend to pick us up at 7.30 pm but by 8pm there was no sign of him. A phone call ensued and he was apparently on his way - having spent 2 weeks there I should have know Ugandan time is a loose term. The pacing up and down the reception was in full flow but to huge relief he turned up at 8.30pm

We had to drive back into Kampala to then take the road south down to the airport. As we tried to make our way out of kam we got stuck in a traffic jam for nearly an hour. I asked the driver how long it would take and he said if this continues it could be another 2 hours... feck... I was going to miss my flight at this rate and the driver knew it.

The hour of driving was spent mostly on the other side of the road playing chicken with the on coming traffic. The concentration levels were immense from all of us in the vehicle.

There is no dual carriageway just one lane either way with very little or no markings at all until you are about 2 miles from airport where it turns into a dual carr. and the traffic is deserted.

Just before you enter airport there is security which, to be fair is a good thing but adds to the hold up if you are running late.

I was just relieved to make it in one piece and to make my flight back home.

I said my goodbyes and told them to relax on the journey back to Kampala.

Boarded flight and ended up sitting next to a chap with one leg. As I had the window seat I could see it was going to be a pain for him to get up if I had to go to the toilet etc but luckily there 2 spare seats on the other side of the aircraft - job done and I settled there for the night.

As morning broke I could see us flying over Monte Carlo quickly followed by the Alps.

Then over the English Channel..

Passing by the south side of London...

... and back to heathrow where I had to catch a connection flight back to Edinburgh. Following the purple connection signs I didn't realise how many hoops you have to jump through to catch your next flight so be prepared.

Boarded next flight but sat at stand for what felt like an hour but was probably only 30 mins until we eventually moved, only to find a traffic jam of planes waiting for a slot to take off....

This big boy bullied his way to the front of the queue - nothing ever changes in life does it?!

... and before I knew it I was back home where everything is ordered, everyone follows rules, and life is less chaotic.