I didn't make the flight to Uganda. We purchased our tickets too late, so Becky (former fellow intern, current fellow regional coworker) and I were on standby. When the waiting list was called, there was only one seat available, so they pitted us against one another in some crazy youth group-esque games like walk-around-a-chair-blindfolded-holding-an-egg-on-a-spoon and blow-a-ping-pong-ball-off-your-opponent's-side-of-the-table. After an intense best-of-seven series of this, Becky emerged the winner. She got to board the plane, and I had to walk shamefully back through the metal detector to the outside world.
It was probably for the better. I was hoping to meet with a couple of government agencies in Kampala, but one of my contacts said that I would need at least a week to get anything worthwhile done, simply because of the traffic in the city. And if government agencies in Uganda are anything like in Rwanda, there is absolutely no guarantee of coming out with anything useful once you sit down with someone.
So here I am, still in Kigali, lessened in my productivity a bit, but still trudging along.
More to come...
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