Did I mention that we spent a lot of time on an airplane these last couple of weeks?
A lot.
Both times, toward the end of the 36 hours of traveling (each way), we were all a little punchy. Conversations got quirky and photos got weird.
I made this video of Sophie and me with every intention of posting it when first got to Uganda, but we quickly learned that posting videos from Uganda causes smoke to blow out the side of your laptop. It wasn't easy.
So instead, I thought I'd save this riveting piece of journalism until I got home, so you can see firsthand the kind of thoughtful, serious blogger you have chosen to read.
(And no, contrary to the appearance of things, I hadn't raided the airplane liquor cart. I was drunk on pure jet lag.)
(And no, I don't know what is up with the right side of my hair.)
I'm sorry it cuts off so abrupty, but really, where can one GO from "a touch of the conjunctivitis?"
