next, we moved on to kampala; a city more congested and more polluted than nairobi but at least you don’t have to worry (too much) about getting mugged.
usually when we arrive in a new city we like to explore the area on foot, you know, get the lay of the land. big mistake in kampala. it’s right on the equator which means searing heat all year round. i spent the first part of our walk lathering myself in sweat; the second part coating myself in black exhaust from old cars manufactured in the 1970s; and the third part crumbing myself in the dust kicked up from the dirt roads. yup, it was like an unintentional recipe for chicken-fried suddenly susan.
getting around in a taxi is also out of the question because the traffic simply does not move. instead, we opted to take the motorbike cabs they call “boda boda.” they zip you around town at breakneck speeds weaving in between vehicles. they’re supposedly not safe but they do get you where you want to go and you can feel the wind on your face.
view some scenes from kampala here.






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