This little book is for my daughters Dail, Kim and Maya, who encouraged me in my madness.
My grateful thanks goes to my granddaughter, Paulette, who had the difficult task of deciphering my hand-writing and who had endless patience instructing me in the intricacies of the modern contraption-the computer!
My profound thanks to Dail for her energies and considerable input without which this would not have been possible.
My heartfelt thanks to Maya for hand-binding the first book which kept me going on these memoirs.
Many thanks to Kim and her family for their help, tolerance and understanding, and for the many trips that were made necessary by the writing of this manuscript.
You all helped tremendously. Thank you all very much.
Life in lot Post War England left a lot to be desired for young married couples who found housing and work very hard to obtain. Many chose leave England's shores for 'Greener pastures' and so the'Overland' expeditions, to various parts Africa began. This is the story Betty and Peter Malins, their overland and their journey to, and their life in Uganda. Then, with prospect of Ugandan Independence the 'pipe line', their journey New Zealand and their life in that country. Coincidences and circumstances that have occurred on their various travels and their eventual emigration and retirement to Australia.
*One day when the body was only partly built I took the car for a test drive. A large orange box covered with a towel served as a seat and with no floor board as yet replaced, 1 drove the 'Bomb: in our compound. The fashion, at the time was Beach Pyjamas with very wide slacks. These suddenly tangled around the exposed prop shaft and my pants were quite literally ripped off me. We came to a shuddering halt - right outside one of the natives huts. The man sitting outside his hut. just couldn't believe his eyes. There sat a Memsahib in all her naked glory from the waist down. Wrapping the towel around my middle and untangling my lovely', now ruined, new slacks from the prop shaft I drove back to our hut.
It was quite a long time before I drove anything again*.
