We met at Heathrow at 4am and checking in and travelling went fine. One short flight to Amsterdam where we had an hour or so in the airport, one long flight to Kigali, Rwanda, where we had to stay in our seats on the plane for an hour and then a VERY short flight to Entebbe (for those who know where these places are in relation to eachother, yes, we basically flew past Entebbe to get to Kigali and then back again... still unclear on the reason why! :) ).
I had a mixture of nerves and excitement as we made our way there, but I knew that my nerves were simply fear of the unknown and that the Lord, who I do know, would be with me every step of the way so I really didn't need to worry. I was still wondering at this point what on earth I would actually be able to bring to these children and people I would be meeting, but the reminder I had been given the day before of the child bringing fish and bread to Jesus who then multiplied it many times was encouraging. I cried once because of a movie I was watching (End of Watch) and once while thinking of Tyler, but I knew Tyler was safe in the hands of both his father and our Heavenly Father... I always pray for the peace of God to be with Tyler, but I prayed a special prayer that he would have peace over the next 10 days.
We were picked up by the owner of the hostel we were staying at and taken there in the dark (11pm by this point). At first, some of the roads and houses didn't look too far different to ones I've seen in the US, but a few turns later and we were definitely in a different country. Only the very main roads are paved and the others are bare dirt and full of potholes. Although it was late, there were still some people out and, even more surprisingly, quite a few with children.
Mosquito nets were already hung over 4 poster beds, we had a nice proper toilet with running water (had been warned it would be cold water all week) and the electricity was working that evening.
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