Now I’ve had experiences in Africa over the years that led me to believe I knew it
But Uganda is Africa with a completely different soul
So so difficult for my Australian ‘family’ to comprehend
Apparent chaos ; the senses assaulted by sights, smells and sounds that do not fit our idea of a ‘good life’.
The roads – filled with ‘burra burras’ motorcycles – word originates from them transporting from border to border
What do they transport?
Easier to say what don’t they transport?
Nothing
I saw a granny wedged between a man and woman with a toddler balancing in the headlight in front
I saw a bed balanced on one – the entire road blocked
Bananas piled so high you couldn’t see the driver
I could go on and on
The markets – riotous colour and noise – chickens in cages, goats tied to roadside; children in the dirt looking for flying ants alongside the road – not a metre from our vehicle
(OH&S would have a heart attack)
Brick kilns everywhere making bricks which become homes with no rules or inspections 😜
I don’t have the temperament to take people photographs – I feel I need to respect their labour and sense of dignity and not turn them into photos of curiosity
– sorry
You will Just Have To Visit
The Pearl of Africa
A few photos I have taken though
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