Uganda #7: Going to the city Kampala

We awake to rain & no more rooster waking us at 5:30am. Auntie killed the rooster for dinner last night in honor of my coming. It was delicious & I mentally separated my memories of Mr. Rooster from a good dinnner. It's raining hard but my mother has errands t rn in town & I have to convert my money to shillings.
The city Kampala is crazy & chaotic. THINK: New York x20 with only black people, everyone hustling. People, cars, taxis, trucks, boda bodas (motorcycles), some cattle everywhere. Taxi's are 12 passenger vans but the drivers pack them with 16-19 people in a van & drive very fast barely sideswiping people & other taxis in close knit quarters. I quickly ascertain that deoderant is a luxury but no one seems to notice except me. I'm getting used to it. It's not that hot not like ATL with that moist humidity. The wind blows & it feels nice.
My mother militantly moves through the hoards of people like a woman on a desperate mission sometimes gripping my hand. I know that from the outside, I stand out as a confused tourist wth my Nike shoes & red stiped polo shirt. When we cross the roads, I look at the wrong side (right) for oncoming cars. People drive on the left side of the road (like the British) & it affects how you cross the road.

You've got to be agressive to make it in this city. Pushiness & privacy are non-existant. I love my privacy, so I'm a little annoyed with the shoving & general lack of respect when people push in front of me in a line. Hello, I'm waiting too!
Gotta love KAMPALA!