After so many months, I am here, now, in Uganda. After 35 hours of travel, an hour of anxiously waiting for my baggage (alternating between profuse swears and fervent prayers, I might add) and the easiest acquisition of a visa I’ve ever encountered I ran to Thera and we went back to the flat with friends.
By the time I finally collapsed into a merciful bed (clad in a mosquito net, I might gratefully mention) it was close to one-thirty am, local time. Uganda is seven hours ahead, currently, from North Carolina (this changes pending on daylight savings time) so as I write this many of you lucky bedheads are probably still asleep at 8:15 AM. My internal clock has adjusted, methinks, though I confess the sheer amount of travel time has certainly taken a toll on ye old tank engine.
Nevertheless, here I sit, tapping at the keyboard and swapping music with Thera. Today has been, mercifully, a day of resting and (for me) getting to know our darling friends with whom we’re staying in Kampala. Tomorrow begins the adventure of acquiring a mobile, exchanging money, and generally exploring the city. But today has been very lazy dually for my mental and physical well-being and as today is Martyr’s Day, a national holiday for Uganda (thus inhibiting much sight-seeing, etc).
current jam: tapping of the keys
best thing in my life right now: um, i am in uganda. what is not the best.