Finally back to me. My siblings had failed to swap me for the healthier looking baby at the hospital, or maybe they had as I grew up to be a full 8 inches (20cm) taller than the both of them. They were safely at school in England, while my father was left to defend himself from the predatory women of Dodoma. My mother and I set off for India to see my grandfather.
We took the train to Dar es Salaam, then the M.V. Inchanga, a cargo ship, along the coast stopping at Tanga and Mombasa before crossing the Indian Ocean to Colombo, Ceylon (now Sri Lanka). We visited Kandy (where the giant Buddhas are), I was a much smaller version. From Colombo, we travelled on to Madras (now Chennai) and then by train to Bangalore.
Later on, we visited Ooty where my mother bought a bicycle to ride about town with baby in tow.
Read the next chapter “Too Many Sisters”