So when someone asks me what I think of Kampala so far I use two adjectives: its fancy and its easy. The ‘easy’ part is harder to describe but for the ‘fancy’ all I have to say is that there are golf courses here! One of which is in the center of town, nestled at the bottom of several hills and far enough off the road to drown out the noisy traffic.
I love that you can just walk in, with paths through the well groomed grass and signs about avoiding golf balls which were accompanied with people shouting at me to watch out. But even at the golf course, you cant avoid some women sitting around trying to sell bananas and peanuts as their child runs after the white person, trying to shake your hand or grab your clothing