The mental fog I'm feeling is not surprising given three plane trips (two overnight), 8 hours in Heathrow and 8 hours of time zone changes (at least it's not because of my age). For a moment, it was wiped clean by the blast of equatorial air, diesel fumes, the near chaos of people and traffic and the certain "perfume" characteristic of urban Uganda and almost any third world setting, I think. The fog has reestablished itself even after a brief but deep nap. But it's not nearly as thick as when we landed in London -- amazing they can put those things down with such precision in such conditions.
The good news: all our bags arrived and the failure of our inn's driver to show up at the airport was a good dose of reality as to how things operate here. The bad: the extraordinary view of the hills around Kampala and Lake Victoria can't hide the crushing poverty just down the hill from where we're staying the next couple of days.
Looking forward to the rest of the team arriving Friday.
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Hey John- woke up to "minus who knows how cold" this morning. Glad you arrived safely. Please give my greetings to Domali and the various folks in the wakisi church. All your luggage arrived? Doesn't sound like a hard core trip yet then :)Hope everyone alse and all theirs arrive in good shape too.
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