As the team reflects on our first day of ministry, I think we have to agree that any attempt to capture this trip, either in pictures or in words, seems daunting. If the trip continues with days as eventful as this one, the sheer amount of information to record and the limited time in which to record it will soon squeeze the life out of any would-be chronicler. Nevertheless, one must try. So my apologies if these notes seem rather fragmented at times—it may well be that you end up reading unedited scribble copied directly out of my notebook ... there doesn't seem to be any other way to complete this journal soon enough (I was hoping for the events to be still fresh in our minds, at least)!
So, as it turned out, because of the delay in the flight, we didn't get to our destination in time, and had to spend the night in a hotel in Entebbe. My first African hotel! I wasn't too excited that our room didn't have any mosquito netting, despite the three-inch gap of pure, unscreened night air beneath the doorway. So we barricaded the sucker with luggage and tried to get some sleep. My older roommate Mike slept quite soundly—and loudly! I prayed against his snoring, though, and it stopped. The night was otherwise very hot and muggy, but I felt I needed to sleep under the covers because of the dreaded blood-sucking, malaria-carrying vermin.
It seems that, in general, the only requirement for a hotel room in Africa, at least in the places we've stayed so far, is that it have a bed. Anything else—wastebasket, a shower, hot water, any water for that matter, lights ... all optional. But the mugginess ended when the rain fell at 5 am, and I was finally able to get some sleep, short though it was ... "I bless the rains down in Africa"!!
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