First Day in Mbarara

** meant to be posted yesterday

Dear Readers,

We left Boston on the 27th and arrived in Amsterdam the morning of the 28th. Since Mattie's dad, David, is a frequent flyer, we were pampered and allowed multiple luxuries: the ability to cut people in line, free cookies and coffee, and a dim, purple lighted nap room. What more could a girl desire?

From there, we flew to Kampala. For each leg, David inquired about sitting with us. Instead, each time, he was upgraded to first class. He didn't persist. He dined on fillet mignon and wine. Back in coach, we reluctantly swallowed tasteless, mushy pasta. Yum.


We stayed the night in Kampala in a nice hotel. In the morning, started the 5 hour drive to Mbarara (for Charlie Morgan: Ehm-bahr-ahr-uh). On the way, we stopped at the equator!

You know when you flush a toilet and the water spiraled down? We saw this demonstration three times: once on the equator, to the north, and to the south. A Ugandan poured water down a yellow funnel at each spot. The water flowed straight down, clockwise, and counterclockwise relatively.

Once we got to Mbarara, we indulged ourselves in literature and conversation, walked downtown, picked up Indian food, and ate dinner over candlelight and Billie Holiday. The people staying at the guest house- mostly Harvard undergrads and med students- include Lisa, Jeff, Alex, Kristine, Henry, Macarena, and Anna Rho (spellings are guestimated).

So far, our stay has been wonderful!

Oraar gye,
Mattie and Emilia