Imagine my surprise when I woke this morning to this. A gentle dusting, to be sure, but a white world all the same. Tomorrow we will leave this world on a bullet-like structure with wings, we will rise into the air despite every sensible notion in us that says it is not possible, and half a day later will land in London. Seven hours in Heathrow Airport, and then another of these "birds" will continue the journey, until we land in Entebbe, at 8:10 on Wednesday morning.
There David will meet us, and drive us through landscape that looks more like this, to the capital city of Kampala. It will be hot, and I will try not to complain when I remember how chilled I was a few short hours before. We will sleep under mosquito nets, and sip on mango and pineapple juice, as we try to aclimatize ourselves to the leap from one world into another.