Dutch Wizards in the Middle of the Sahara

Something that is starting to be a returning judgement in these first few hours here is the lack of space that people have here in Uganda. I mean, maybe it’s me   (because I’m 6’4 and I’m an easy 250 pounds) but I need my space. For the duration of our group’s traveling time, I was uncomfortable because of the lack of space on the flights ( do they seriously need to put another person in my lap to make that much more of a profit off me? Seriously?) Regardless of the negatives that occurred, (and the one and only negative of a crying baby, the trump cards of international flights, but multiplied by 4 on the annoyance factor) our first flight attendant, Wendy, made me crack up. She was this middle aged woman (around 30s-40s) with shaved golden brown hair and personality to last for days. Whenever she would come by I would forget how unlucky I was ( My seat’s personal DVD thing didn’t work but everyone else’s did)  just to give her a good banter back and forth.

That banter, however, was all too inexistent when we boarded our next flight on the Netherland’s KLM Airlines. The only way that I could possibly describe that experience is by using an example from Harry Potter. In the Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, you that French girl’s school that comes to participate in the Tri-Wizard Cup? Beauxbatons? They were the sassy girls that walked through the Great Hall with the bright blue skirt suits and started blowing magical butterflies from their hands (If you don’t know what I’m talking about by now you need to watch the movie and read the book… at the same time.) These flight attendants were those women, except DUTCH. So, for the duration of the flight, I was imagining what kind of magic they use on their spare time and if they were allowed to use any magic spells to help them with their jobs on the plane. For example, whenever they would say, ” Floogen bloeugen bjork,” all babies that were crying would be silenced and the meals from the dinner service would magically float to each passenger, saving the blonde haired, blue eyed magicians some work. Unfortunately, that didn’t occur from what I could see, but maybe my muggle eyes were deceiving me.

Something that wasn’t deceiving my vision was the stunning and scenic views that our flight included on our way to Africa. Because we were leaving from Amsterdam to go to Africa, we got to see the best that the middle earth had to offer, including views of the alps, Cologne (the clouds weren’t bad then), Some parts of Italy and Sicily and the Sahara dessert. I snagged a picture of the Sahara from my seat so when I have more time I’ll post it.

Cheers for now, someone’s about to kick me off the computer. Let’s just say, however, that I’ve been in Uganda for less than a day and I’ve already experienced more than I could have imagined. More to come soon.

P.S. If any of you were wondering, my skeleton is itchy due to all the mosquitos. Thanks for asking, Anna O. 🙂

4 thoughts on “Dutch Wizards in the Middle of the Sahara

  1. Joe! You are a total genius; dutch flight attendants ARE beauxbatons girls! I loved reading your blog, and keep the HP references coming!

  2. Hi Joe ~ I wanted to let you and your family know that the email I sent to them about your safe arrival in Uganda was returned to me as undeliverable ~ thanks to your blog, they know! I’m enjoying yours ~ looking forward to the next post!!

  3. Hahah this is way too brilliant. Maybe the flight attendants had itchy skeletons. I HOPE YOUR SKELETON ISN’T ITCHY. I love reading your posts. I really hope you’re having the greatest time. I’m sure I’ll find out with your other posts. Love youuuu.

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