layover

Amsterdam – Something about boarding a plane that is crossing an ocean is more nerve-racking than jumping from state to state. I’m not sure why because I imagine that a water landing would be much softer than a ground landing, but that’s just it – the ground offers a solid landing. Hmm. Well, I made it. Here I am in Amsterdam for 3 hours before I head out to Entebbe airport. When I get there, at 8:50 pm, John Wanda’s brother who lives in Kampala will have a sign with my name on it. My travel companion is Mike. In our haste to get to the next gate, don’t ask me why we would possibly be in a hurry while on a 3 hour layover, we went through the wrong customs station. I turned around to walk back and suddenly the police whistled at me. I guess that was a no-no. Well, my passport is stamped for Amsterdam.

We just bought adapters and batteries at the Duty Free store. The man at the check out noticed that I have a Dutch last name. I’m very Scandinavian – I guess I’m in (or near) the motherland. Surprisingly, I hear American accents everywhere. I commented to Mike that I love European culture as I saw a few men dressed in their soccer jerseys and a couple women totally hipstered out. But I think I would see those things in the Dulles airport in DC and the only reason they stand out now is because I’m in Europe. Hmmm…

Well, so far so good. I can’t wait to be done carrying this load, but I’m afraid that burden won’t be gone for a few more days.

I’m off!