When the volunteers had graduated from my care, I was left to my own devices and so I decided to visit the city of Kampala. It doesn’t particularly feel like a capital city. Key landmarks include the museum, a tiny national theatre, the hotel where the Queen once stayed and a big statue celebrating freedom that a man with a gun, clearly not sympathetic to Uganda’s young tourist trade, sternly told me not to take a photo of.
What really stands out in Kampala are the markets. The
markets are amazing. It’s like every other marketplace in the world is trying
to be more like Kampala. All the clothes there are second hand and so no two
pieces are alike (imagine that Camden!) but store holders specialise so that
one person will only stock shoes, their neighbor stocks trousers etc; in this
way browsing is easy. Prices are cheep. There are also slightly indoor parts so
that when it rains browsers can stay dry; you feel like you’re in a tall clothes-lined tunnel
with shops coming off it, but it’s not like the slightly frightening catacombs
of some marketplaces I’ve been to. If you ever get the chance, go! It’s like
nowhere else I know!
Turns out my volunteers also spent 2 days in Kampala after
leaving the placement…but they only saw nightclubs. #TravelFail
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