Arrival

I'm in Uganda! I wrote that about three times in my journal entry tonight. Miriam and Max and Moses met me at the airport with a bouquet of Uganda's gorgeous flowers- tight white carnations and red roses with delicate young buds- which I proceeded to dry in my room. The airport is under construction, so one large room is open for receiving, baggage claim, visa services, and a few taxi booths. I already loved the country for letting us walk across the hot tarmac that breathed humidity in the cooling evening. Nothing beats walking out of a plane immediately onto the earth of your destination country. The continent that I always only ever dreamed I would visit stretched out into the darkness. Smog sucked in lights and the massive Lake Victoria blanketed the rest of my view. I would have to wait til the morning.

We drove to Kampala, remarking on the construction all over the city, the late-night markets operating by candlelight, and how it reminded us of other enviable temperate destinations.  When we reached Kampala, I met the group.