You know you are in Africa when...

a) The pilot says, "Your flight from Roma, Italy, to Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, will be 5 hours and 75 minutes long..."
b) Your flight from Ethiopia to Uganda is randomly combined with 2 other flights, and they use the plane as a bus, making stops in Uganda (thankfully I was first stop), and then Rwanda and the Congo. People disembarked when it was their turn. Needless to say the Congolese were REALLY angry that they were the last stop and they were yelling the entire time, cursing the pilot, as I sat in the back wide-eyed, next to a village Reverend who was gripping his bible the whole time;
c) Your ride didn't come to pick you up at the airport until 1.5 hours after you landed, because "It rained".

So yes... after 5 planes, and one awesome 36 hour layover in London, I have made it to Uganda.

We spent our first night in Kampala, all a blur due to being severely tired. This morning, however, 5 of us (4 coordinators - me, Sarah, Jonathan, William - and Matt, the UVP boardmember/our guide) loaded up on a matatu (van), and made our way through Kampala to the one road that runs through Uganda and into Kenya (conveniently called Kampala Road). In leaving Kampala, I have never seen a place more congested. I was in shock. There's really no way to even describe what it was like - next time I will have take a video.

We drove 3.5 hours through the rolling, green hills of Uganda to reach Iganga, our working district. We are currently in Igangatown, and this is the place I will travel back to in order to obtain Internet and any type of supplies. Pretty crazy. We get followed around by all the children yelling, "Mzungu... hi! I'm fine!!!"

It's raining... gotta go before power dies...........