This is it: The Big Day. I’m blogging now from Vancouver International Airport, where I’ve just downed a California omelette to help my stomach deal with the malaria medication, which is bearable but not great. I’m flying to Toronto, where I’ll meet the rest of the team, then we’re all travelling tonight to London and Entebbe.
I know people have travelled to Africa before. And I know people have taken much wilder journeys than mine – witness Hilary Clinton, who has just flown to the Middle East to try to stop a war. But although I myself have been to interesting places like the Arctic, this trip feels different to me. I feel like I’m making up a story when I tell people I’m flying to Uganda.
I’ve already had one adventure today. My taxi driver asked for my help when I return to Canada because, he said, I seem like a sympathetic person. He told me he thinks he’s being followed and that he needs help with detective agencies. A little alarmed, I explained that I am not the right person to help him and instead directed him to contact the police. I hope he’ll be okay. That was the second-most interesting cab ride I’ve ever had, after the cab driver in Kansas City who was high during our ride.
It is surprisingly difficult to snap a shot of a plane flying when one has first to grab one’s iPhone off the table and turn it on. But here’s my best attempt at showing you the view I am seeing now. Except that that plane is long gone.