


On February 6, 2010 I went to Uganda with a couple of my new friends Jason, Bobby, and Larry. All of us with no experience of traveling anywhere out of the country before, but still we felt like we had to go and show people what is happening there. When I was invited I was really excited, but my mother on the other hand was not so crazy about this idea. I didn't blame her, but I knew it was an amazing opportunity, and I would be able to experience something that not many other kids will ever experience. My mom knew this too, and there for let me go. I was very scared obviously, and my mom gave me a stuffed animal so that when ever I felt home sick or just felt sad I would able to hug that stuffed animal and feel better. The stuff animal was a beautiful orange, red, yellow tiger. Orange and yellow for being my favorite color, and it being a tiger because my mom is the year of the tiger. Also the year of the tiger was coming up. The sight of it was very heart warming, and was glad my mom gave it to me. When she drove me to the plane we sang in the car together. It was so much fun and I was glad that the airport was pretty far from where we live. When we got there we met up with Jason while Bobby and Larry were loading all the luggage. My mom and Jason talked for a while. I just sat there pretending to listen, even though I really was thinking about the adventure ahead. I was the youngest out of all of them, and they treated me as there younger sister, and I treated them as my older brothers. It was awesome. The plane ride was very long. Luckily I slept most of the way. So did all the boys. Almost the whole way I could hear Larry snoring! It was so annoying! Finally we arrived. I have to admit I was so scared. I was literally shaking from head to toe. It was a feeling that I will definitely not forget. Larry helped me calm down, and I was very thankful. When I stepped out of the plane the air smelled so different. It was a mix of smells that were kind of overwhelming. When we got our luggage we headed to this amazing hotel in the heart of Kampala. It was a very big hotel with a big outside pool, a big sweet with a flat screen TV, and with delicious food. It was called the Golf Course Hotel. http://golfcoursehotel.com. After we set our luggage down in our sweet we headed straight for the pool. It felt really good after being in a plane for so long, and the touch of the cool water helped me feel safe and calm. We had so much fun just in the pool, and that was just the beginning of my adventure. I got so much water in my mouth! It tasted horrible!!! The only reason I got water in my mouth was because Jason, Bobby, and Larry started to tackle one another. It was really funny though, and I just had to laugh. I wish I had video taped it. Lots of other kids were there too. I could hear the mixture of their laugh and my laugh put together. It was an amazing sound to hear and hope to share it with my family and friends. I started talking to this one girl who also was from America. She was really nice, and she had come to Uganda with her dad to try to help kids in need. We bonded right away and even found out that her sweet was right next to mine. Her name was Jesse. After a while we all decided that we should start unpacking before we went down for dinner. It was about 2:00 when we arrived at Uganda, but now it was about 5:00. I wasn't crazy about this idea and I have to admit I complained a little, but it is a lesson I am going to have to learn if I am ever going to travel, so I reluctantly did.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Invisible Children Entry 1
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4 comments:
i love that you really went into detail, it makes the story so fun to read!!!! great job!
Oh My God!!!!
Are your hands tired from writing that much? I mean really???
You describe everything so well and I am excited to read your other blogs.
wow, you seemed to have worked really hard on this blog and described the events really well. GOOD JOB!!
good job i really like all ur stuff
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