. He says the kampala will be slowly developing, which is a good sign. Sam pulled up and got out to put my luggage in the back seats, i went to the passanger side but i noticed something was in the way, i laughed, it was the steering wheel. lol. wrong side! we were on our way! it was a slow ride, about 40 minutes into kampala, where Jill and Ian were waiting for me at the simba casino. At this point i just wanted an ice cold beer. we finally arrived. sam called jill on his cell and jill came running out to the parking lot. We embraced and were so excited to see eachother, i was just happy i made it. Jill was so excited to show me her engagement ring. Into the casino we went, everyone was at the tables with stacks of chips. small place but nice, alot of white young people, all there on different ventures. I met Ian, and Tarique. The drinks were called over, no beer, a nice cold gin and tonic, it was perfect! we talked, smoked, drank for a bit and they decided it was time to go to the next place, Mish Mash, a dance bar. we left the casino and met sam in the lot where he was waiting and guarding the luggage. he drove us to the bar and parked and waited for us while we went in and partied, basicall he was rented for the night. It was an outdoor bar, lots of white people again, all there on their own business venture or volunteer mission. It was overwhelming to watch them interact. We drank a few more gins and danced. The guys are all the same all over the world, no different over here, touchy feely you know lol. anyway we had a great time. I was now wide awake, not sure just how many hours it had been. not even sure what time we got to the apartment.
Arrived after another 7 hours on KLM, another awesome flight! I think they fed me every 2 hours. Entebbe airport is nice and small. I could smell the humid air. Purchased my Visa to enter and i was off to claim my luggage. Is was odd that there were so many other white people, actually not many africans on board. I got my luggage quickly and proceeded to find my driver to take me to Jill. I looked around and didn't see my name anywhere, dispite the many men holding name cards. I looked outside the glass doors, and there he was holding up a white sheet of paper with the name Connie Luciano in black bold letters. what a relief. His name is Sam, He smile when i took this picture of him.I could see his white teeth in the dark night. He introduced himself and took my luggage and cart and pushed it to the road where his car was parked. Along the way i met anman from Milan his name is Elio, i noticed he spoke italian to an african man who's name is roberto. Elio is here on business, an architect working on a city centre in kampala