I land on Ugandan grounds at 2:55 PM. From my aeroplane window, I can see the heat coming off of the ground, the airport employees directing the plane, and I begin to register what’s happening; I just landed in Uganda and will stay here four weeks. Although one registers for volunteer trips, books flights, go to the airport and enters the plane, it takes time for one to completely understand what they are actually doing. After exiting the plane, I follow the crowd and reach the border control section of the airport. The horror: lines of people upon people waiting to get their visa (usually applied for and approved online). Coming from Germany, the country of efficiency, I am slightly shocked at the time it is taking to get past customs. Nevertheless, it is an interesting experience. I arrive at the counter, get a visa printed in my passport, and soon enough am on my way to meet with the…