'You have reached your destination.'

Yesterday we left home at 7 p.m. A stopover in Doha allows me to see the cleanest airport toilet ever and a huge yellow teddy bear. Plus, I'm hit with 38 degrees and a humidity of 70%. My glasses fog up spontaneously. Now it's clear where the dress code comes from here. And another 6 hours of flying. I'm not made for this. But at least I've filled in my knowledge gaps about the latest movies. Olaf is sleeping like a baby - enviable. Finally, the plane lands; the runway is just long enough before it disappears into Lake Victoria. Even from the plane, I couldn't see the other shore. The airport has 1 runway and there are BVB buses everywhere, cute. The immigration process is more time-consuming than in Canada, who would have thought. But I get a visa with a photo taken with a camera at the counter. With a signature on the pad. You can't even do that at the Citizen's Office in Berlin. Unfortunately, I now have my 'I've been traveling for 19 hours and I stink' face in my passport - for the next 20 years!

Charles picks us up, maybe from 1960 with an old Toyota Land Cruiser. I'm sure I've seen that exact car on 'Daktari'. It speaks real history to you. Needless to say, the seat belt is broken and the air conditioning consists of four open windows.

We drive past trucks loaded with bananas and the workers with them. A man in a suit jumps on his friend, the road worker's motorcycle, to ride home together. A man takes his 3-member family home on a scooter and everywhere it's incredibly green for Africa.

Tonight we'll have a delicious beef fillet and hopefully a restful sleep before we set off tomorrow with Charles and the old Land Cruiser to Lake Victoria.