Sorry, everyone for lack of posts since we arrived. We have NO internet connection at good ol’ Salama Springs, but we are hoping they get it fixed next week. But we are fine.
After the looong flights (9 hours to Amsterdam, 8 hours to Entebbe, and 4 hours layover), we were met at the new and improved Entebbe airport by Eric and Asia. Of course it was great to see them.
In typical Uganda fashion, the car and driver they’d hired to get us didn’t work out and instead Eric was driving in his retrofitted Rav 4. The back seat has been pulled out so that his mobile computer setup can fit in, but he’d installed two three-legged stools for us to sit on. Since he’s somewhat night blind and doesn’t usually drive in the dark, he had Asia sit in front to navigate.
Perched on our little stools, which are one-size-fits-all-bottoms (except ours) and clutching the handholds above our windows, we learned that Eric has turned into a Ugandan driver. That means swerving past slow(er) but speeding cars, hitting potholes that sent us flying, and generally alternating between making us laugh and scaring us to death. My head hit the roof more than once, and the little stool spilled me out; I finally figured out that maintaining your balance is kind of like skiing moguls (which I was never good at).
Our jetlag disappeared as we sped down the darker-than-dark Entebbe Road, past the little markets and rivers of (also dark) people, into Kampala center, wound by the clock-tower and zoomed to the new intersection (which used to be a roundabout). Then through crowded Ntinda to Eric’s apartment, which is HUGE, quiet and extremely nice. We had some of the fresh juice Asia prepared for us, which took the edge off a very adventurous and adrenalin-filled re-entry.
We stayed at Eric’s for two nights, then to Salama Springs, where our old friends there met us with huge greetings.
After the looong flights (9 hours to Amsterdam, 8 hours to Entebbe, and 4 hours layover), we were met at the new and improved Entebbe airport by Eric and Asia. Of course it was great to see them.
In typical Uganda fashion, the car and driver they’d hired to get us didn’t work out and instead Eric was driving in his retrofitted Rav 4. The back seat has been pulled out so that his mobile computer setup can fit in, but he’d installed two three-legged stools for us to sit on. Since he’s somewhat night blind and doesn’t usually drive in the dark, he had Asia sit in front to navigate.
Perched on our little stools, which are one-size-fits-all-bottoms (except ours) and clutching the handholds above our windows, we learned that Eric has turned into a Ugandan driver. That means swerving past slow(er) but speeding cars, hitting potholes that sent us flying, and generally alternating between making us laugh and scaring us to death. My head hit the roof more than once, and the little stool spilled me out; I finally figured out that maintaining your balance is kind of like skiing moguls (which I was never good at).
Our jetlag disappeared as we sped down the darker-than-dark Entebbe Road, past the little markets and rivers of (also dark) people, into Kampala center, wound by the clock-tower and zoomed to the new intersection (which used to be a roundabout). Then through crowded Ntinda to Eric’s apartment, which is HUGE, quiet and extremely nice. We had some of the fresh juice Asia prepared for us, which took the edge off a very adventurous and adrenalin-filled re-entry.
We stayed at Eric’s for two nights, then to Salama Springs, where our old friends there met us with huge greetings.
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I'm glad I didn't delete your blog from my blog reader. What a great surprise to get a new series of accounts from Uganda to put my Zillow workday in perspective. Keep them coming.
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