After two days of waiting, we finally had the news from Mr Jalloh “We will make it back to Freetown“. Unfortunately we will have to wait till ten as it is cleaning day in the township of Bo, unless we can leave before 7.30am. A mad panic and we made it! The journey was uncomplicated just one stop for fuel. This never quite works out in Africa though, as we travelled through a market in one of the small towns, Mr Jalloh touted the horn as usual. This time was different - it wouldn’t turn off! Within the space of two minutes we had about forty Africans looking through the window at us. Mr Jalloh jumped out and unhooked the horn and away we went!!
We arrived back in Freetown at twelve, called to see the Jalloh family and on to our house. It was way out of my expectations. The diocese had done us proud. We were in a flat right next to the diocesan office overlooking the Atlantic. Pictures will follow! We dumped our stuff and headed off to Mamasu’s for lunch, then to the YMCA for a quick money change with Mr Barry and back to the house. We spent the next couple of hours unpacking and finished the day with a massive game of Uno on the balcony. What more could we want?
It was lovely to finally have something we could call home!!!
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