It seems that even travelling 6000 miles to a different content to, they still think long hair means I am a women! When I arrived at Entebbe Airport it took an hour to queue for a visa, and, after looking at me, and then to my passport photo, and then back to me, the only response I got was:
“You look like a women”.
No emotion, simply said like a statement of fact. Being the polite British young man that I am, I simple replied with “Why thank you”, paid my entrance fee and headed over to the baggage reclaim.
Now I haven’t written a bucket list, or a list of things I want to achieve in life (bucket list implies I’m dying soon, which I have no plans to do). One of those things was ticked-off as I left the airport to see a large crowed outside by the arrival exit (it was very kind for them all to come to see me arrive, but not really necessary!) A young gentleman was standing with a big sign with “Andrew Galpin” written on it. I felt like a celebrity! I introduce myself to Arthur, who turned out to be the youth worker at the church I would be based with – New Life Baptist, Kampala.
Arthur had braved four hours of Kampala traffic to pick me up (thanks again, it would have been very awkward if you’d given up half way), but had still managed to arrive over an hour before I came out of the airport (I blame the visa queue, personally). The journey back was set to take around two hours in the current traffic, which was significantly better than Arthur’s first journey, but not unusual for Kampala. This served as a great opportunity to find out a bit about Arthur, his story and the church.
