Still here....

Alas, my journey to Rwanda didn't quite begin as originally planned. It's amazing how an hour's delay can throw your trip off by a whole day - though in all fairness that's only partly true in my case. So instead of multiple connections in London, Ethiopia, and Uganda, I find myself with two simple connections in D.C. and Brussels, my ultimate arrival delayed by only a few hours. So not all bad then.

My new, more leisurely schedule has allowed some down time (5 hours to be precise) in the greater D.C. metro (suburban) area (Dulles Airport to be precise). Without such a change I wouldn't have had the opportunity to indulge in one last lunch that offered a taste from home. So, packed to the proverbial gills with fried Cod and and riding a carbohydrate high (and slight morning buzz thanks to a pint of Old Dominon pale ale - good, not great - ), I find myself in an altogether deserted section of Dulles' Terminal D. I'll leave it at this for now and enjoy what solace I can, while I can.