She arrived in the dark damp night of Entebbe a little disdainful of the whole enterprise.
She found the rainforest tedious.
She did like the magical treehouse, but was a bit cranky at the lack of elephants. And the bucket in lieu of a toilet.
The van ride back to Kampala from the forest was arduous for all of us, but Frida had the hardest time. In the end, Rachel slapped her to try to wipe that smirk off her face.
She was very very happy to get on that plane.