7am, Schiphol Airport, Amsterdam. The lines of jetstream in the sky seem to make a checkerboard. Or a hexagon. Or the giant apocalyptic throwing stars of rebel angels. Or something. You see all sorts of things when you’ve been awake for 24 hours. (From here, I fly to Kampala, Uganda. I’ve been traveling for about 10 hours now – 12 hours? Am losing track – and still have about ten to go. But, adventure. Adventure.)
(I’m headed to Uganda with CARE International, on a learning tour. I’m joining government and private sector representatives in meeting women – and men, and children – who are using Care-funded programs in the areas of maternal health and micro-finance and action against gender-based violence. I expect my heart and mind to fill up very, very quickly.)
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I’m jealous. I know it’s a long flight, but I wish I was on a jet plane right now.
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I once traveled to Lesotho, so I remember the 20-24 hours of travel. Soooo long, but so worth it! Enjoy Africa!
I LOVE Schipohl–did you know there is a mini-museum (Van Gogh) there? My only time through it was en route to Tanzania to climb Kilimanjaro. The sun over the desert was an amazing view from the plane!
So interesting! I’m looking forward to reading the rest of the posts you have about your journey. I just noticed on your twitter status that you are working on social good projects, so I was curious to see what you were up to!
(By the way, we met briefly this past September at a reception for the launch of the UN Foundation’s Shot@Life campaign in NYC!)
Jen Burden
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