(I wrote this while at the airport on Thursday. Obviously, I'm no longer there. I'm in Nairobi having a marvelous time with fabulous people.)
So I'm waiting for my flight at the Entebbe airport; I'm on my way to Nairobi. I've been thinking about this trip for some time, but I did not decide to go until about 10:00 this morning. So the rest of the day was basically a mad dash to purchase a ticket, make crashing arrangements at a friend's place, packing, calling drivers for pick-ups. Blah. Blah. Blah. But I'm here. Waiting in the terminal.
If you've not been to Uganda, the name Entebbe might only evoke memories of 1976 and Operation Entebbe or the January 1977 made-for-television movie based on the infamous event, Raid on Entebbe (starring Charles Bronson and Peter Finch).
Now I just found out that Raid on Entebbe was the second of two films based on the hijacking and rescue that came out in the 1970's, and both made-for-television movies were aired on competing networks about a month apart. But like the three versions of the Amy Fisher story, one reigned supreme with audiences and critics. The first film, Victory at Entebbe, must've really sucked because I cannot find much information about it; plus, I'd never heard of it. And that says a lot, considering it starred Anthony Hopkins, Elizabeth Taylor, Burt Lancaster and Richard Dreyfuss.
To me, the word entebbe first evokes thoughts of a chair. After that, I think of fried tilapia on the shores of Lake Victoria, competing in my first triathlon, COS conference 2004, swimming pools, the first International BMac Day, and Susan, oh, Susan.