Tuesday, January 12th, 7 days after arriving in Uganda, I got a call at 4:30 in the morning from British Airways, letting me know they had located my bag. It was in Houston of all places.
Do you think that guy who told us we couldn’t go to Uganda and wasn’t pleased with our solution, held one bag out just for fun?
Anyway, “it” boarded the 4pm flight on Tuesday and should have arrived in Uganda sometime on Thursday night, but it arrived today, Saturday. Maybe some sweet, guilt-filled British Airways employee mysteriously put Girl Scout Thin Mint cookies in it before they sent it?
A girl can always hope, right?