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Uganda Update #1: Delayed. Canceled?

My day is not going as planned. When I wasn't able to check in to my flight yesterday, I sat for 45 minutes on hold before someone discovered a ticket error and then advised me to "play innocent" and see what happened at the airport today.

Now I have missed my first flight. And spent many hours trying to reach someone from the appropriate office. Twitter yielded better results than the phone, but still not actual, immediate help. Email got me an answer, but not a helpful/clear one. Now a friend with Egyptian family has enlisted their help. In Egypt. In the midst of major country history.

I am angry with myself for making a mistake, I am angry with the person who told me to wait til this morning, and I am angry with the airline who cannot be reached anywhere in the world by phone today.

I don't know if this is fixable. If you are a pray-er, please pray. If you are a do-er with travel connections, I will accept your help. And if neither of those apply to you, I accept your sympathy.

I also would like to say that my friends are the best imaginable. Karen even rented a car to pick me up, made me lunch and distracted me with So You Think You Can Dance. What a girl (men, if you are not already married, you should be lining up around the block to ask her out).
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  1. MLW1:17 PM

    Praising God for how He is leading in this situation and praying for His continued guidance.

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