On Thursday of last week I boarded a plane at Heathrow at 6.50am after spending the night in the airport. We then landed at Brussels, a small commuter flight full of hair-gelled Belgians who could hardly wait for touch-down so that they could re-attach their little Bluetooth headsets and start yelling at imaginary people. In Brussels we watched helplessly, delirious with lack of sleep, as our baggage, in uncovered trailers, was left lying on the tarmac during a ferocious downpour. Then we boarded the biggy- an Airbus 330 to Entebbe, via Kigali. Nine or so hours, no legroom, the American gent to my right tranquilized and sleeping like a greying baby. And then the doors opened and that warm, wet, swamp-rotten Lake Victoria air flooded in.
All of which leads me to what I mean to say which is: I’M BACK! Expect writings in short order- high time I started paying attention to this poor, neglected blog again.