After Juba, we hit the road back to Nairobi. A couple of meetings and a lovely lunch at the Indemnity Club (Thank you Hope Murera of Zep-Re) and an evening meal at The Tamerind completed our long journey well.

Then came the tricky bit, flying back to London, and leaving again that evening out to Tunis via Paris. So Kenn met me with the kids and Vicky and Sophie and we spent the day together in Woking. Later they dropped me off at Terminal 2 and my next leg was underway.

First to Paris, flight was short and smooth but it was Air France so no great shakes! At Paris we were collected by an escort who started a 3 KM sprint to the other side of the airport. My lungs were still in poor shape following my chest infection and by the time I reached the otherside had no breath left.
The weazing meant that the plane crew decided to call a doctor, I was attended to by 6 very good looking french paramedics and given the all clear, but they suggested i stay in busines class!! ohhh dear!

When I arrived in Tunis, the boards had not mad ethe transfer either, but thankfully my case had. I reported lost luggage and then made it out through arrivals. I thien had a bust up with the organisers who said I was not on their list and so could not take me to the Hotel. I blew a gasket and I was short tempered. I ended up taking a death trap taxi to the hotel. and finally I slumped into bed.

This small conference has been good for us. We have had alot of interest and i hope the seychelles and Kenyan contacts come off.

Now i sit the night before leaving looking forward to getting back to cold english soil and my own bed!16 nights away is long.