This is my Dad at Lake Victoria in Kampala, where we all swam and by doing so, contracted the illness Bil Harzia, which was cured at the London hospital of Tropical diseases a few years later.
HELLO, while I was working as a caregiver in England I took care of an elderly lady in Henley on Thames and during my time off I sat with my lap top computer and wrote a book about my childhood reflections. Though I was born in Axminster in England, at 6 weeks old I moved to East Africa. My father was offered a fantastic job as an agricultural consultant and inspector in the coffee industry. He loved his 'safari' life, driving out to coffee plantations so that he could inspect and grade the coffee beans. I remember going with him a few times and to this day those recollections are exciting and memorable. My dad loved his life there - and I think he was the happiest that I have ever known him; after moving back to England when I was 8 years old - dad's life never seemed so fulfilling. My mother on the other hand, pined for England and that was the deciding factor. We lived between England and Africa for the first 8 years of my life, so I have some adventurous memories of air travel in the 1950's. There was one time we couldn't land in Cairo because people were shooting at the airplanes, so we continued on to the next airport. Flights in those days had to make numerous stops to refuel. We left London and stopped in Paris to refuel, then in Cairo, Benghazi and onto to Kampala. I think we even stopped in Rome on a couple of those flights to Africa.
It was also during that time that Idi Ahmin began to oust the Europeans from this country and as we lived in Kampala, Uganda - there began a precarious time for us.
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