In Transit

My journey began at 5am PST yesterday morning. I woke up, got ready, jumped in a taxi and arrived at YVR. During check-in I was told that my flight from Vancouver to Toronto was 2hrs delayed. Never a good sign when you only have a 2.5 hr lay over. The check-in guy seemed confident that I would make my flight to London. So I didn't worry about it too much. I dropped my baggage and proceeded to wait for Claire and Naomi, just before security. I'd seen both of them just behind me in line to check their baggage. After a delay of some measure I decided to see what the hold up was. Turns out their check-in agent was not as confident as mine and wanted to switch us to an early flight via calgary. This would have been fine if I had not already surrendered my bags to the machine that sucks them into the inner workings of the airport. So we had not choice but to risk the quick turn around.

4.5 hours later and we were in Toronto. We had exactly 30 minutes before our flight to London. In our haste we did not check the board for our gate number and simply followed my prinited itinerary to Terminal 3. Naomi and I made a mad dash for the tram and were both quite out of breath by the time we reached it. I decided to utilize the last of my service through Telus to check the status of our flight on my iphone. Turns out our London flight was delayed until 6:50 (previously departing at 6:15). Never before have I ever been so happy to have delayed flight. So we get to Terminal 3 and turns out our flight is leaving from Terminal 1 (the one we had been in). So we went all the ways back to Terminal 1, through security again, and finally found our gate. Needless to say I was pretty happy to see our gate number.

We had a pretty uneventful flight to London. We were supposed to have a 5.5 hr layover but somehow morphed into only a 3hrs. Naomi went duty free shopping and I bought new earphones to replace my iphone ones. I had managed to snap the jack in half on the flight from Vancouver to Toronto. I also stalked some police officers carrying machine guns around the airport taking their picture.

Then it was time for our next leg. 8 hrs later and we were in Entebee Airport. Naomi's daughter, mother, Betty (finance person for CAP AIDS), and 2 other gentlemen I can't remember the names of met us at the airport. I traveled with Betty to Kamapala to the Graceland Hotel. Which is where I am now. Below is a picture of my first sunrise in Uganda.

I only managed a couple of hours of sleep beause my body is telling me it's the afternoon and early evening. It is now 8:23 am. I am starved and going to enjoy some breakfast. I am safe and sound and being well looked after.