We travelled from Johannesburg to Nairobi, Kenya by plane the other day.  It seems like a week of travel even though it was nothing more than a day and a half.  The flight was on time.  Nothing more than a 737 to get the 4 hour flight done.  I guess I expected something more than standard Southwest equipment.  Kenya customs took about 2 hours and set us back $25 per head for a multiple entry 3 month visa.  I had no idea, but the guy I have been communicating with to arrange the bus to Uganda and possible overnight in Nairobi turned into a friend and an invaluable resource.  He lined up a room at the YMCA hostel with breakfast for 6000 KSH(Kenyan Shekels) which translates into about $75US.  That’s a steal for 8 people.  We are trying to live and do everything on $18/day per person, which is not easy.  The Lord has helped us on numerous occasions, and we are basically right on track.  We spent the day yesterday with Dave (the contact) looking at local ministries in some of the bigger slums in Nairobi.  There are kids everywhere and some of the guys have a ministry where they sell paper bags with logos on them to generate cash and keep busy.  These former street people are so resourceful when given the chance.  This stop was not even on the schedule, but we were given the chance, so why not?  You never know when you might be back to a place or what the Lord might do.


After that, Dave and his hugely pregnant wife, Lucy treated us to a lavish dinner at their house before putting us on an overnight bus to Kampala, Uganda.  The bus just sat there running without explanation for almost 2 hours after the scheduled departure time, but, as they say constantly, “This is Africa.”    So, after blasting along in the dark for hours and hours, the sun came up and we stopped at the Ugandan border.  These countries all consider themselves East Africa, but going from one to another reminds me that they are not the same country.  Getting the $50, three month Ugandan visa set us back $400 for the team of 8. I was told Kenya lowered theirs to $25 to encourage tourism, but apparently, Uganda doesn’t share that same desire.  Not many “whiteys” at the border other than one German girl who threw a fit about the cost of the visa.  How unattractive.

Continuing on, we arrived here to our next contact-a local pastor who works in a place on Lake Victoria called Bussi Island.  He just laid the plan on our exhausted team for the next 16 days.  First it’s travel from one island to another running what he calls crusades.  There is morning Bible teaching to believers while the others are in other groups going door-to-door.  At nights, we are part of these Evangelistic meetings.  The whole thing sounds absolutely non-stop and crazy and I can only speculate what it will actually be like.  The islands have no power or internet, so things may be a bit quiet, which is fine with me.  I hope to write facts instead of speculation at the back end…