Day 293

Tuesday February 11, 2014

My mom gave us a journal for Christmas. A question a day journal (for couples).

Today's question;

"What would be a miracle today?"

My response;

"Making the flight."

We didn't make the flight.

After arriving home at 2:30 am and packing until nearly 4, we lay down after a roach attack (it was huge) and sleep for and hour and a half. Ok, maybe two hours. Regardless, not enough.

We make it to the bus in time. She's dying already. It probably doesn't help that 

1. She's not a morning person

2. There were no available two seaters

Although 2. quickly changed by the gesture of a sweet nyabo,

3. a chicken was placed underneath her seat

And so the five hour journey began as did my suicidal thoughts.

Cut to the walk through Kampala, the scrumptious lunch, the take out of even more money and the ride to the airport for the second time in two days (don't forget our ride back to Kampala the first day).

We get to the airport. Everything is great. We each have our yellow cards, we both don't need visas. Things are fine. 

Then we hit immigration. Melinda is apparently a country hopper. She won't be allowed on the plane without a flight home to Canada because she has a single entry visa to Uganda and they can not permit her on the plane unless after Thailand she is going home. 

Why they care where she goes after she leaves Uganda, I'm not sure. Why they won't reissue her a new visa once she comes back into the country, I'm also not sure as I hear that it is very very common.

Either way, we see the immigrations supervisor who tells her that they let someone recently go to Rome and Rome wouldn't let them in and sent them back to their home country. True? I haven't quite decided if I would like to swallow that.

Unfortunately I had no choice.

So it's decided. She's going tomorrow, but tonight we found a little B&B in Entebbe, because we can't be bothered to go back to Kampala.

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This place may be my/our salvation. She may change her mind. Maybe.