It’s Day 2 of the 31 Days in the Life of a TCK series! Welcome! You can find more info on the series here.
After a sad goodbye and completely overweight bags in Frankfurt we got on a plan heading south. We got stuck in Brussels and were between nervous, tired, and excited for what would await us.
Eventually, late at night, we got into Entebbe, Uganda.
We stepped onto the airfield into the African night.
The first glimpse of African soil.
The first smell of smoked fish and red sand.
The first breeze of fresh air from Lake Victoria.
The next day we could see things at day light.
The first drive into the city, crowded with people, cars, motor bikes, and chicken running around .
And then the two hour drive on streets full of potholes and stones.
Seeing banana plants and cheering people.
And finally the first view of the place I’d be calling home for the next two years.
I will always remember that first view.
There’s nothing like seeing Africa for the first time.
Even when I returned to the continent six years later to South Africa it was the exact same feeling.
That first view is enough.
Enough to welcome me, to feel like where I’m supposed to be.
What are your first memories when you stepped onto new ground?