Back to the horse and cart

It seems strange to me that we take world travel in stride the way we do. Among the passengers on my flight, an ominous indifference marked the crossing of the Ugandan border, as witnessed on the flight map.

Think about it. You're in a country filled with this blend of peoples, all with their various cultures, personality traits and appearances. Music, dance, language, life. The very idea of it is too vast to fathom. The millennia of intricate histories that have shaped these to become the way they are today; the struggles they've faced, the changes they've had to go through. Blistering climates, adding their own touch to everyday activities. Not to mention nature in all its splendor, carrying its own variety of colors and roars.

Hours later, you're in a whole new country, with its own mixture of peoples, cultures and whatnot.

Where do you get the time to appreciate all this when it's just a matter of hopping onto a plane and waking up in a whole new place?