Farewell Jinja

I was up very early to make my final walk down through the village to church.  It doesn't seem possible that it is nearly a month ago that I made this journey for the first time, marvelling at the forest beyond the church and the women stooping low over their first fires of the day.

Not only were the children calling out to Miss Annie today, but the adults too now use my name and wave with a deep warmth.  Teopista remarked that even she, as a local, doesn't know some of the families that call out to me.

My suitcase is packed (much lighter without the sewing machine, I can tell you!).  My shoes are scrubbed clean-ish and have dried in the sun.  My Malarone tablets are down to the final two out in Africa (and I won't be sad to see the back of the vivid and disturbing dreams that they have caused night after night).  My room is spotless.  I found the cockroach nest last night behind the door frame into the bathroom and I was never happier to be able to get under my mosquito net!

I can almost feel London's arms wrapping me tight.  I can feel the warmth of my loved ones.  Excitement is an understatement!  I am bouncing up and down on cloud nine.

Kampala, here I come.