And we’re off!
I am currently through the first (and easiest) leg of a complicated,
four-part journey to my new home for the next seven weeks – Lira, Uganda. The process:
short flight from Dublin to London where I spend four aimless hours in
Heathrow. Next up is a six hour flight
to Doha, Qatar where I have a 90 minute layover beginning at midnight local
time. Splendid. From there, it is just a measly five and a half
hour flight to Entebbe. Hello Uganda!
Oh wait…still ahead is an eight-hour car ride with my hosts
all the way north through my new home country to Lira. I hope they do not expect me to be a
functioning, speaking human at that point….
So far things are moving along well. They checked my bags straight through to
Entebbe despite the fact I change airlines.
At first I thought that was a victory, until I remembered that I change
airlines and the last two people I know to arrive in Uganda both had their bags
mysteriously delayed. But I have a
change of clothes and some undies in my carry on – I did say I wanted to travel
light, right?!
The only other glitch to date (and hopefully the only one
overall) was that my flight from Dublin to Heathrow was delayed due to a mysterious
92nd “extra bag” on the plane. After telling us it wasn’t a computer error
and they were opening the cargo hold to find the offending piece, we heard
nothing more from the pilot. Not even an
announcement that we were cleared to take off – we simply started backing up. But we made it so….guess that was fine?
As I sit here in the Heathrow airport, I am oddly serene. According to my mother, “my face doesn’t look
as bad” as it did after my epic ladies night out in Dublin. So I am considering that a success. Either the reality still has not set in, I am
too brain-dead from my Ireland festivities or I am really am ready to rock the
third world in all its pit toilet glory, but either way I will take it for as
long as it lasts.
Uganda, here we come!
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