Although I have travelled a lot on my own over the years, I must admit my first visit to Africa felt a little daunting.
I was meeting Paul Quincey in Addis Ababa airport, as he was visiting Ethiopia first. I made a quick decision not to read any reviews of the airport and just enjoy the adventure. More importantly, I wondered where I was going to be able to watch the World Cup final if England got through, as this was the day I flew. As it happened I had nothing to worry about, the journey and airport were good and England went out in the semi-finals, so no worries there!
Flying over Lake Victoria, we landed in the evening at Entebbe airport. The journey from here to Kampala was a crazy cacophony of noise and vehicles. There were bikes, little taxis crammed with as many people as possible, and more shops and stalls than you can imagine. I’ve never seen so many mannequins along the side of the road in my life! I saw motorbikes carrying what looked like the contents of someone’s home on the back, another carrying a car bonnet, and more with so many people and children. How did they all fit on?