For the first thirty miles the red earth road wound its way through the lowland forest, the giant trees standing in solid ranks alongside and their branches entwined in an archway of leaves above us. Slowly and almost imperceptiably the road started to climb upwards, looping its way in languid curves round the forested hills. In the back of the lorry the boys lifted up their voices in song:
Home again, home again,
When shall I see ma home?
Home again, home again,
When shall I see ma home?