Chronicles of Africa

Starting out in fresh clothes, don't we look good?
Are we there yet?
Right after we found out our bags were missing, we raced on carts ( what else were we going to do??)
Steve and me filing out "lost luggage claim"
A long awaited drive thru Kampala

You have no idea how many times I have started writing about Uganda and had to stop. Up and down, up and down. I want the words to be perfect, like it was in my mind. I want to paint you a picture that is as surreal as it really was. Alas, looking at my pictures again for the 100th time, I have come to the conclusion that I will not be able to explain it to you. My words and pictures cheapen the whole experience. It was wonderful. Hard to see, hard work was done, but it was wonderful. I am not sure where to start. Here goes:
The flight to Uganda is a long, long flight. Or at least, our flight was a very tiresome one with many stops. One of them being in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. That is where we found out our luggage had been lost. Yes, tis true. However, no one was upset. Infact, I gave myself a chuckle. All that nonsense I bought for the trip, new pants and tees, new shoes...it was as though I knew God was about to throw me into something, perhaps a lesson. Indeed He did. When we finally arrived in Uganda, which felt like months later, I saw what He would reveal to me. Upon driving from Entebbe to Jinja (our mainstay), I saw it. The Africa I had embedded in my mind. Poverty, lush land, greenery, mud huts, and countless amounts of people. Walking, watching, and standing in the doorways of their mud huts. It was as though National Geographic had a bell that sounded when we arrived urging them to go stand in this position and that--looking picturesque. That was my first impression. It remained that way for 2 weeks. Beautiful people. Beautiful land, hills, trees, crops and lots of red dirt.