I am sitting in the Minneapolis airport. Looks like a thunderstorm outside. Uneventful travel with the exception of losing all my confirmed seating due to the way the travel agent booked my tickets. I got an exit row from Dallas to Minneapolis so I was able to stretch out my legs, but not able to lean the seat back. I’ve only had 3 hours sleep in the last day and a half.
So I’m ready to arrive in Entebbe Airport in Uganda, and start my African adventure. I actually am very excited about it. I’ll be traveling with Katie and her husband Robert and their two small children from Amsterdam forward. Katie is a social worker and she will travel with me on a few of my trips to the orphanages. Robert is from Uganda and so he knows all the culture there and can advise us in the best possible way. I’m thankful for them, otherwise I’d travel alone.
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To the man who kept passing gas on the plane sitting in front of me going to Minn, (LOUDLY I might add)…shame on you. Although all the 15 giggly teen girls thought it was funny, hilarious even…those particular farts were NOT funny to endure.
I was up most of the night trying to go over in my mind what I might have forgotten. I do this every time I travel. In the end there is usually something I didn’t get or do. This time, I think I packed essential medication in my check-in bag. Oh well. I’m hoping that the bag somehow connects to me my flights were so weird and flights were canceled and my travel agency didn’t notify me, so who knows!