I have honestly lost track of what day it is so bear with me as I try to spin myself out of this time warp.
Boxing day had us pretty boxed with a wake up time of 3:30am to get ready to catch a 1 hour flight from East London to Johannesburg. Our flight to Kenya was cancelled and we ended up waiting 5 hours to take the 1:30pm flight. We were pretty sad to leave the Alexanders especially after we found Grandpa Alexander's DVD remote control in Laila's backpack!
The flight wasn't too bad except for Laila's attempts to enter the Guinness Book of World records for the new category of 'Loudest Child on a Plane'. It was soon over with a s soon as we landed. We made our way through immigration, customs and baggage quickly with Luke leading the way to the large waiting entourage formally known as my family. Hugs, kisses and more hugs later, we were soon at the Njeru's where more hugs, gifts and more hugs were exchanged.
We all retired for the night later than we should have with very lofty breakfast plans.
It's good to be home.
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