My Arrival in Africa
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February 22nd, 2008 – by: RoadToJoy
When my sister finally saw me after I had picked up my luggage, she looked wide eyed and relieved. It had taken me an unusually long time to make it to the gates leading to the frenzy of taxi drivers, families, and friends awaiting the recently arrived passengers.
With it being late in the night on the ride towards Kampala, I could not make out much of the landscape other than the dusty paved road ahead of me. I could, however, make out the many shanty one-story structures, lit only by a lamp or two and the occasional tv set, that lined the streets most of the way from the airport to Kampala.
After dodging potholes that could swallow most small cars we arrived at my sisters "neighborhood" known as Naguru Hill. And that is what it was for the most part...A large hill with a dirt road that quickly split in two, one heading left the other right. We took the one that went right and that lead us higher up the hill and finally to my sisters house where a guard pulled open the large steal gate and waved us in. Knowing there would be no way I would fall asleep any time soon, my sister and I opened up a couple bottles of cheap African red wine. Before the night was over we were both drunk - arguing and bickering about life only as siblings can.
It would not be until the next morning when I awoke, with only a slight hangover to my surprise, and walked outside into the warm sunlight and onto my sisters roof patio that I would see just where I had arrived the night prior.
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