Table for one

I’m not used to this.




I was just sitting here in Entebbe, having a little time with God, when the ladies from the guest house came and set up
my table for dinner.

One place setting, one chair…it just doesn’t look right.








I’m used to shoving lots of bodies into our big truck and driving for hours to get anywhere…




…with lots of pee breaks along the way



















…and of course the necessary disinfecting with antibacterial gel after said pee breaks.















Or if we are traveling by plane, there are usually bags of toys and ‘keep the kids active’ stuff, that last time resulted in Noah decorating his window with play dough!



(By the way…don’t carry play dough in your hand luggage unless you want to be pulled aside and thoroughly searched by security. Apparently play dough exactly resembles bomb-making explosive plastic. We learned this the hard way.)


Needless to say, my travels are usually a lot more noisy, chaotic and full of hair-pulling frenzy. So why am I lamenting this solo travel experience…?

I have no idea! I should be reveling in the peace and quiet and luxury of time to myself.

But darned if I don’t miss that noisy bunch left behind in Arua.

Go ahead…tell me to get over it and just enjoy it. I’ll try, but it’s my blog and I’ll cry if I want to.