There was nothing unusual about the journey, except I had never been there before.
Meddie, our driver, was simply following her instructions since he had never been there before either. We left the main highway and traveled up a road that was very familiar to both of us. Next Generation Ministries owns some land and a house on the side of the steep hill, upon which rests the palace for the king of the Busoga tribe.
But, instead of turning right as we would normally do, our navigator told us to turn left, and then right, and follow the dirt road farther up the hill, complete with the normal amount of potholes and washed-out gullies. As we gained altitude the road began to narrow and reduce until it was no wider than a well traveled foot path.