In thirty minutes I will travel to Entebbe with Martina to pick up Cerian and our eight students. I have been thinking of them since they left Denver yesterday and am almost more aware of how long the journey took for them than when we travelled ourselves. At that time, I was doing everything I could to forget about the passing of hours, sleeping, eating, watching movies. For the last day and night I have marked each passing hour. Thankful that they were all on board.
As I expected, the experience of Uganda has begun to fill in with color and detail. I wonder what lens each individual will bring into focus.
At 9 pm on a Thursday, the streets en route to Entebbe are full of people lining their way between the roadway and the concrete drainage trenches. The darkness is only broken by passing headlights in the dusty air. People congregate on stoops and around food stands. Many storefront are open but interiors are illuminated by a single bulb. Crowds of men watch English football on bar wide screens through open doors.
The students have arrived and we inch through traffic headed back into Kampala. They are in good spirits but road weary. We just have to endure this drive. It is like taking friends you are just getting to know to a movie. You want to sneak a glance to see how they are liking it.