It all began when we decided to leave our home in the bush of Northern Uganda and take a little trip to Kampala. After 6 hours in the vehicle, my husband took our three wired-from-travel kiddos for a quick swim in the little pool at our Airbnb. We had just arrived and I enjoyed a few minutes of peace before they returned. Unfortunately, our 4 year old took on a mouthful of water and threw it back up. Then my eldest son began to shout, saying there was a dead rat at the bottom of the pool. This was the start of our terrible, horrible, no good, very bad getaway. Well, as it turned out the dead rat was actually a water logged leaf. The panic in my chest at the thought of my daughter gulping down dead rat water loosened vaguely, but I can't seem to get that image out of my head. We won’t be going back to the kiddie pool anytime soon. We were excited to order in from Pizza Hut because it tastes like “home”, but Jumia wasn’t working and our order for a meter long pizza was cancelled 4