Final day. Pissing down rain. Decide to skip the final morning game drive. Little chance of seeing anything. (Good call - those who go see nothing new and waste over n hour hanging around at a rainswept airstrip waiting for a plane that fails to turn up).
Owing to unseasonally high rainfall, not only can we be smug about being in a Land Rover and towing everybody else out, we can be smug about our pre-booked flight back to Nairobi. Rivers rising above the level of a crucial bridge have blocked the only road out making the land route impassable. Those hoping to drive back are stuck. One person spends hours on the phone negotiating the charter of a plane at enormous cost.
After some concern that we ma be bumped off our flight to make way for those less prescient than ourselves but who are on earlier flights out of Nairobi, we eentually drive out to the airstrip and take the intended plane on a two hop flight on a 20-seater back to Nairobi.
On arrival in Nairobi we are given a note from the local rep saying he has been unable to find an alternative to the exhorbitantly priced meal at "Carnivores" (serving up steaks cut from all the game we've just seen). Never mind - the food here has been much better than Uganda and at least it has been local fare.
Transfer to Kenyatta. Buy the papers. Saddam Hussein has been hanged. Welcome back to the real world.
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Press cutting taken from The Times Monday 1 January 2007
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