 | So we have arrived in Kampala with all our limbs still attached...for now. After the boda boda ride I had today, I'm not too convinced they're all gonna be present for journey home. The 'Boda boda' is a popular form of public transport here in Kampala, where you simply call one of like a new york taxi cab. You simply ride on the back of a motorcycle whilst your driver skillfully (or suicidely, you can decide!) negotiates the oncomng traffic (that comes from all angles). |
| We've spent these last few days more or less climitising and regenerating from our energy sapping journey to get here. So far Dave has been propositioned by a "massouse", and Luke & myself have been thrown out of a government building, so not got ourselves into too much mischief just yet. |  |
 | So it has been well documented about my fear of flying, so just to give an update to all you lovely people who prayed for me about that particular area. God was ultimately gracious and I was able to just lay all my fears on Him and relax. At Heathrow airport while I was waiting for Dave and Luke to arrive I was lucky enough to see Susan Boyle pass me at the Arrivals gate in Terminal One... she is a crazy lady! One of the outstanding moments of the journey was flying over the sahara desert, seeing nothing but a dusty abyss on the horizon from 33000 feet. So after 2 bus journeys, 1 interview, 4 flights, 5000 miles and 54 hours we finally made it to Fields of Life in Kampala. |
On our travels we managed to come across rather randomly a couple of Irish girls, who even more randomly bumped into Joy McMullan last week in Kigali. So tomrrow we actually head to Kigali on a 9 hour coach drive, where we will meet Justin and finally begin to set out our work. Glory has to go to God for the amazing provision he has given us in accommodation, transport and food. Speaking of which on a side note, the Fanta here is unbelievable!
Check out Luke's blog at This is not Ireland, This is Africa for some more.
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