Arrival in Entebbe

Fights were smooth except for a rough patch in the middle of the Atlantic where we hit considerable turbulence for about an hour.  Some were crying, we were all clutching our armrests, I secured my paper bag as my stomach questioned its resolve.  Otherwise, smooth.

One of africa's first greeters is the fragrance of it's people.  Think: smoke and burning charcoal, lifelong closeness to the earth, it's dirt and it's fruit, never having eaten a slice of processed anything, strengthened by the smell of toil.  It is a warm and distinctive greeter.

Birds are chirping, children are singing on the their way to school as they pass by the guesthouse, the house dog yawns, pheasants bicker with each other, the pineapples are bursting with juice and the everpresent sound of the yardsmen sweeping the dirt off the grass with a broom.

Today we go looking to purchase a vehicle for ATIN AFRIKA (Morris).  He has been doing his research and we've got a couple of car lots to go to this morning in Kampala.  We'll then head back to Jinja where he has a line on a well maintained Isuzu.  We'll see where the day takes us and what kind of confusion awaits.

What I'm told I need is to slow down.  As the staff showed me to my room last night she walked me to my room at the pace of a vacationing snail.  I feel my insides rushing to stand still.