We had a rookie driver named Rodgers no relation to Aaron. He was slow, unsure of himself, and spoke in such a quiet manner we ended up guessing at what he was saying. He should run for mayor. He is also an aggressively safe driver. That might seem oxymoronic, but to be slow and indecisive is to make all trips much, much longer.
I can verify it is an apt description. It is Sunday afternoon and we are on our way to the Entebbe Airport. We have seen two very intriguing matters, one planned, the other not.
The one that was planned is a Ugandan version of a drive-through restaurant. Otim pulled over to the side of the road in a town and soon had a half dozen people suggesting what he might want to buy for him and his three travel companions Tim Prince, Gar Christenson and me. He chose chicken on a stick, pork on a stick and cooked bananas. The various people gave Otim the specifics, he passed them to us and he paid for them. Then we were back on the road.
The first picture is of our food, cooked outside over a grill. They are walking yes, that kind of walking where one foot goes in front of another again and again and again from the area we are staying into Kampala, the capital city. It is roughly a mile trip did I mention by foot? We have been driving five hours and forty five minutes and still would have another hour or so to make it to Kampala.
The picture is taken of them crossing the Nile River yes, that Nile. The water is so rough here that if baby Moses was set in a basket in this body of water, he would have moved like a water park slide at Wisconsin Dells. Gar has been in the front seat asking questions and being educated by Otim. The different modes of transportation here are amazing. Others with live chickens hanging by their feet from the handlebars. I am amazed at how few accidents there are. There are trucks with cattle crammed together and people sitting on railings that keep the cattle inside.
