In Entebbe

Restful day here in Bugongo district of Entebbe at the Sunset Motel Entebbe. There are views out both sides of the motel to Lake Victoria, and an accompanying gentle breeze. It was a gift to take a shower and sleep on a bed, prone, after 12+ hours on airplanes yesterday.

This morning after breakfast and a delightful conversation with Monique, a young Dutch woman heading to Bunia, I spent some time writing, thinking, going for a walk, and enjoying the gifts of this region:

Keeping watch on the water

Surprise

Birds and vegetation. Perhaps because they are unfamiliar, the bird species and their songs capture my imagination. I recognize pelicans and kingfishers (or their cousins). But there are other small songbirds that dart among the flowers and larger birds that swoop and call from rooftops and light poles. One bird, with the voice of a wooden-flute, sang a Gloria of repeating double measures in 2/4 time from somewhere down the road this morning. A tree shaded the table where I wrote. It's physique, spidery, yet thick, belies the beauty and fragrance of the blossoms. Only three or four clusters decorate its mass.

Yum

Tea. Is there anything to compare to spiced African tea? It's the color of almonds, made with hot milk and sweet spices. What a delight to sip my way through an entire thermos.

Gracious kindness of strangers. During my walk, a moto-driver asked if I wanted a ride. I thanked him and explained that I was out for a walk. When I asked him for the best way to get down to the water, he offered to drive me over a shortcut to the road. I explained that I didn't have any money on me, as I was just out for a walk. "No problem, Madame. Get on. I will show you." It was a short drive; but I wouldn't have recognized the shortcut on my own.

Contrasts. My American memory and perspective delights in what are, to me, surprising contrasts. For example, a large LG, flat screen television entertains in the dining area of the motel, and there is free internet here and at other guest houses and motels in the area. At the same time, laundry is done by hand and hung over the wall, and trash is collected and burned in open fires in each compound. Then there are the day and night. Literally. The sun shines bright and high during the day. Darkness lands suddenly and completely by 6pm, unabashed, requiring no defense against city lights.

Last night, landing first in Kigali, then in Entebbe, was an example of the contrast between light and dark here in this place. As we approached each airport, only scattered dots of light indicated the city below. Parallel orange lights, lonely in black night, appeared suddenly--the only visible marker of each airport. At Kigali, a car with lights blinking guided our jumbo jet to the terminal. Three portable passenger-stair trucks stood, sentinel-like, their headlights on, and illuminated our final approach to the terminal at Entebbe.

New ways of looking and seeing. Before my first trip to Congo in October, 2009, Paul Robinson gave  good advice that I continue to follow: Observe and jot down those observations. Refrain from judgment and analysis. Ask questions.

Ready to go?

It would be easy (especially for the judgment-inclined person that I am) to look at the paint peeling from what appears to be a sleek new hotel and think... Or jump to judgment about three heifers tied in an abandoned lot. Or allow contrasts to become questions. But my Congolese sisters and brothers have taught me to see with other eyes and refrain from judging actions and decisions in another culture from my American lens. (Tim Harford, in his recently-posted TED Talk, Trial and error and the God complex, seems to agree.) So, I take delight in the hot-rod towing a camper and cows amidst refuse overlooking Lake Victoria.

The ease of being present in the present. One of the gifts of Congo, and my brief passages through Uganda, is that it's easier for me to be present in the present. Perhaps it's the contrasts, the new ways of looking and seeing, being a stranger and a sojourner, or the sensual joys of sight, sound, taste, and smell; but it's easier to be present in the present here, in this place. It's easier to sit and to listen--first to the birds, the music, the lilting voices--and then to God.

Practicing patience

Schiphol Airport isn't a bad place to hang out. There is a lounge on the second floor with institutional chaises, shops to explore, a museum. It's clean and bright. The Dutch speak how many languages?

Yes, the start to this trip to DR Congo has not followed the planned schedule.

First leg: Columbus to Detroit. We arrived in Detroit on time, then sat on the Tarmac for 45 minutes waiting to get to the gate.

Second leg: Detroit to Amsterdam. The flight was delayed for hours for equipment repair. Of course passengers Re never told what is wrong with the equipment! Probably best.
Once we boarded, we had another, almost 60 minute delay. First there was need for additional mechanical review. Ten we had to wait for more fuel.my ticket allowed for 2 hours to change planes in Amsterdam, so I was reasonably certain that there would be need for a change once we touched down at Schiphol. I was just one of who-knows-how-many were going to miss connections, though.

Sure enough, landed at 10:40am; flight to Entebbe leaving at 10:45. And, of course, I was in 3rd row from back of plane.

So, my first experience with "self transfer" at Schiphol. When "passenger not found" showed up on the self-help screen, it was clear I couldn't "self-help."

Next was a 30 minute waiting in line for a number to GET help. When your number is "A181-Economy," you know it's going to be a wait. Service was being provided to A141, and then there were the "B" and "E" categories. And I don't think E stood for "Economy," as those numbers seemed to change rapidly. Oh well... Met a woman from Colorado heading to Budapest who leads camps for missionary kids--chance for them to get together, have fun, enjoy and share with each other.

And she helped me get onto the WiFi network.

So a 3-hour wait until my number was served, and I learned I would be spending the night in Amsterdam, and head to Entebbe the next day.

But, there were accommodations--hotel, bed, shower, and food.

All is well.