Not much to say yet, except that I am actually on my way to Uganda now. Part of me can’t believe this all came together. As recently as six weeks ago, I didn’t know how this was going to happen.
I wonder what I am going to say to people once I’m there about *why* I am there. Even in the Bay Area, when I say I am going to Uganda to do research on homosexuality in Uganda, there is this pregnant pause from people. It should be interesting.
In the end, I (well, we — meaning, myself, Bishop Senyonjo and Denis, the head of Integrity) decided that I will stay at Namirembe Guest House, potential animosity from people there nothwithstanding. (Namirembe is the Anglican guest house in Kampala and Denis had reservations about my staying there.) For me, the clincher was pure economics. It’s $3 less per night than the other place I found and that includes breakfast (the other place didn’t). The good thing about Namirembe is that it is safe and quiet — a good place to come back and get some work done.
I’m tired now and can’t see anyway to sleep in the airport. I didn’t sleep as much on the first flight as I should have.