11:30 pm (Friday night): I finish a blog and find my sister, Bekah, waiting patiently to go dancing on our last night in Uganda. We catch a taxi and share Jesus Christ with the driver. He opens up to us, and we pay him and pray for him before he drives off into the night with a whole new list of things to think about and, I pray, a new awareness to the convictions of his heart.
12:30 am (Late Friday night or early Saturday morning): As Bek and I boogie at the local dance clubs, we make quite a spectacle, as we are the only mzungus (whiteys), and draw a lot of attention. One owner brings us drinks on the house (ginger ale). I worry briefly that the man is not really the owner and spiked our drinks. I check with the bartender to make sure that the man was really the owner. Bekah laughs at me.
3:30 am (Early Saturday morning): All the free drinks wake me up and tell me to go to the bathroom. Gunfight erupts less than a football field away from me as I squat in the outhouse. Curiosity quickly turns into great concern for our girls as I realize what is going on. For twenty minutes I hear hundreds of gunshots and constant screaming. Everyone else sleeps peacefully.
8:00 am (Saturday morning): Wake up in panic. Finances must be finished before leaving. I need to pay bills, settle the books, 
distribute money, reimburse teammates, and pack my own belongings. All of our contacts and friends are here, too. Hustle and bustle. Parting goodbyes are incredibly sad, but complete with unforgettable memories.
5:00 pm (Saturday): Cross border into Kenya. Arrive at Jinja. Greet the rest of the squad, set up my tent, and unpack.
9:45 pm (Saturday night): Deep breath in. Allison tells us all of our teams are going to change. New leaders, new team names, new finances. Deep breath out. Eat dinner and go to my tent full of speculation. I fall asleep.
3:01 am (Early Sunday morning): Quite fully awake now, I dive out of my tent, strip off my clothes, and sprint to the public showers as they begin to bite everywhere.
4:00 am (Early Sunday morning): With no other options and a bit of psychological trauma, I admit defeat and sleep outside on one of the public futons. In comparison to the ant invasion, all other insect irritation throughout the night seems minor.
6:45 am (Sunday morning): Wake up unexpectedly yet again. This time to monkeys dashing around beside me. I get up and pack for the day.
11:00 am (Sunday morning): I white water raft the Nile river. Our rafting guide/steer person is stoned out of his mind. We have the time of our lives going through class 5 rapids. He allows us to swim through some serious rapids, and by swim, I mean get violently carried by the Nile’s every whim until rescued seconds before what feels like suffocation.
6:30 pm (Sunday evening): After finishing rafting and returning to Jinja, I find myself on a tiny platform overlooking the Nile river 150 ft below me. 6:31 pm (Sunday evening): I dive backwards off a tiny platform overlooking the Nile river 150 ft below me. Squad cheers me on. Cross bungee jumping off my “to do list.”
10:00 pm (Sunday night): Ants still dominate my tent, even though most have gone, so I go back to the futon. Locals party loudly all night long less than 10 ft. away from me.
6:45 am (Monday morning): Wake up to pouring rain completely exhausted. Need to pack up soaking wet clothes and tent in a mad rush to leave on time.
