11:30pm

They lost my bag…

I got off the plane and alked into a building that ha dmore like shed walls.. and got my visa, then walked over the the conveyor belt. Then the belt stopped and there was no more luggage.

I went to an air conditioned room to give my name and info so if they bag arrives they can contact me. It’s already an hour and a half from the time I told Jeff and Kellie that I would be at the airport. I had no idea even if they were outside, or if they had been there and left, thinking that I wasn’t going to show up. The lady took her sweet time helping me.

I hurried outside when I was done, by following the exit signs which led me through a maze of outside walkways and old dark warehouses – I laughed the whole way, because how nuts!

Then I laughed even more with relief when I saw Jeff with his beard and Kellie in her dress. They were happy to see me and couldn’t believe I actually did it and didn’t just talk about it.

We haggled with taxi drivers until we could get a ride (5k for 8000Ush) Then we got to the hostel and Jeff and Kellie booked me my own room – full sized bed with table and two chairs, old style key, a stand to hang clothes, a night stand, and a mosquito net tied neatly about the bed, which I’m sitting under now, which has holes in it, which I wouldn’t be so worried about if I hadn’t lost my bag, which had my malaria pills, bug repellant, and bacterial wipes….

I smacked a few mosquitos and my hands were bloddy.. and I have a sore on each hand where my skin rubbed off while mowing Mrs. Dolan’s yard for some extra cash the day before I left.

No blood got near them thought, and I went outside to the hall – which is like a veranda with no roof (but plenty of stars) and washed my hands in the sink with the prepackaged soap they provided in the room (along with used flip flops, a small plastic tub, hamper, and trash can) There is a red rug on the floor and the bed sheets and wool blanket are decorated with flowers.

There are cracks in the walls. It’s a nice place. The workers in the common/bar area are watching soccer. There is electricity in the room and a light switch for a small (energy efficient) bulb that hangs in the middle of the room

Kellie was tired but Jeff showed me around Entebbe. The whole block of it.. hah and got me a “rolex” which is what he called a Ugandan Taco.. it’s a flat bread tortilla placed on top of an omlete with tomatoes as it cooks and then rooled up and put in a plastic bag.

Kitty at the health dept. told me NO street venders, but it WAS “hot and steamy” like they said it should be. WE walked around and bodabodas (small mopeds that give people rides) kept asking us where to? Jeff answered in Lugandan. I can’t wait to learn some, enough to say THankyou or simpole stuff like that.. anyway.. no jet lag for me, I feel like it is exactly 11:48 and not the 4:48 it is at home.

I tried to text my family to let them know I’m OK, but their phone didn’t have service- neither does mine. I pray she knows I’m alright.. and that my bag gets here tomorrow.. and that I don’t get eaten by mosquitos.

2AM

A mosquito, probably trapped in the netting, has eaten my left hand. I woke up.. it’s 7pm back home. I had to put all my clothes on because I needed to pee so badly.

There are dogs barking outside. They’ve been barking all night..far away.