Saturday, September 10, 2005
ignoring immigration
When we finally arrived in Entebbe (Uganda) on Friday, September 2, 2005 at 5:45 in the morning (10:45 pm Thursday eastern time), we (Amy and I) were so exhausted, but equally excited to finally be in Africa, that we accidentally ignored the immigration lines and just snuck our way into the beautiful country of Uganda. Let me explain...
We had been sent an email from Emily (a new team member picking us up from the airport) explaining what we should do so that we could find her, get our bags, go through customs, etc. She told us to "hug the left wall and ignore the three lines" because eventually everyone would end up going to the last line where we would need to pay for our visas and enter through immigration. So we did what we were told and just acted like we knew what we were doing. We didn't see any other line or anything, so we just decided to go get our bags, which were already spinning on the baggage carousel. After finally getting all EIGHT (total) of our tubs onto little trolley carts, we headed out. We were stopped by a man from customs who was interested in knowing exactly what was in our huge tubs. So we had to open several of them to show him all of our school supplies. Of course, the first two tubs he opened had clothes on top. He seemed to be a bit frustrated--almost like we were trying to slide something through. We kept assuring him that if we dug further, he would see them.
Anyhow, we made it through customs and all and went out to meet Emily, her husband Scott, and the 2 most precious, tiniest babies I have ever seen. (Emily and Scott are foster parents for newborn babies who've been deserted or had their mothers die, but are too little or unhealthy to make it in an orphanage.) We told them we didn't even show our passports to anyone yet and they just laughed and said we had to go back through.
We had been sent an email from Emily (a new team member picking us up from the airport) explaining what we should do so that we could find her, get our bags, go through customs, etc. She told us to "hug the left wall and ignore the three lines" because eventually everyone would end up going to the last line where we would need to pay for our visas and enter through immigration. So we did what we were told and just acted like we knew what we were doing. We didn't see any other line or anything, so we just decided to go get our bags, which were already spinning on the baggage carousel. After finally getting all EIGHT (total) of our tubs onto little trolley carts, we headed out. We were stopped by a man from customs who was interested in knowing exactly what was in our huge tubs. So we had to open several of them to show him all of our school supplies. Of course, the first two tubs he opened had clothes on top. He seemed to be a bit frustrated--almost like we were trying to slide something through. We kept assuring him that if we dug further, he would see them.
Anyhow, we made it through customs and all and went out to meet Emily, her husband Scott, and the 2 most precious, tiniest babies I have ever seen. (Emily and Scott are foster parents for newborn babies who've been deserted or had their mothers die, but are too little or unhealthy to make it in an orphanage.) We told them we didn't even show our passports to anyone yet and they just laughed and said we had to go back through.