Days before trip to UgandaBarbara of Hole in the Donut He told me that there are times when one has to heed his instincts. According to her, sometimes you have to listen to “what your gut says” (what the guts tell you) but, if I had listened to her, I probably would not have gotten on the plane that would take me to Istanbul and later to Uganda.
The old Red Chilly in Kampala
I had been nervous for the imminent beginning of trip to Uganda. It was the first time we traveled to black Africa and I was uneasy, with the feeling that something was going to go wrong, but I didn't give it more importance. I thought they were the nerves of the unknown, of the great adventure that we were about to embark on.
However, during the outward journey everything turned uphill and ended up being the most rugged we have ever had. Small things that culminated when my passport broke down seconds before boarding Entebbe. We flew to a country without a Spanish embassy and while I sat in my seat I kept thinking if moving on with the trip would end up being one of our biggest mistakes. It goes without saying that the eight hours of flight became eternal. Could we enter Uganda? Or would they send us back?
The Red Chilly was full of monetes
At half past two in the morning we landed at the Entebbe airport and, although I could have invented fifty Chinese tales, I decided to go with the truth to the person who attended me at the border post: «The tapas have half Peeled from the passport and is about to break, ”I warned the police. And then, he picked it up and the battered passport was definitely broken. The policeman made a stupor face, but he also put the entry stamp so he can officially put my feet in Uganda ... But then a great doubt struck me: could I leave the country with a broken passport?
Road to the Ggaba market
It was too late and I was too tired to keep thinking about it. The taxi driver of Red Chilli Hideaway He came to pick us up and left us at the hostel. We had reserved a very basic community bedroom, but it was included in the price of the safari we would do the next day. That night I could barely sleep, since I kept getting in and out of the bedroom at all hours, so we decided that next time we would pay the extra to have a private room.
With Charlie at the Ggaba fish market
When I woke up for the umpteenth time, I decided to get up and end the torment. I was going so zombie I put on the moisturizer with my glasses on. Outside a truck had just arrived from a group trip and a dozen people were planting their tents on the lawn around the bedroom.
That morning we had met Charlie from Diary of a Muzungu, an Englishwoman based in Uganda for years with whom we would go to visit Kampala. Just that day a parade was celebrated to commemorate the 50th anniversary of Uganda's independence, but since we don't like large crowds, we went to the lake victoria to spend the morning
Buying fruit in the market
Kampala is known worldwide for its large traffic jams and we experience one of such magnitude that it took us more than an hour to reach Ggaba. This part of Kampala extends right next to Lake Victoria and there is a very lively Sunday food market.