It's 7.30pm. An excited Glaswegian shriek is heard in the mids of the arrivals area of Entebbe airport. The locals don't quite know what to do... but I know that my mum has made it down from Kampala to see me off the plane. It's been a long nine hour flight, made longer by my excitement to get here, but a familiar feeling of enthusiastic trepidation returns from my arrivals in the past to Nepal and Cambodia. Our driver, James, expertly picks his way through the congested road away from Entebbe. It's now 8pm, and whilst Scottish rush hour traffic knows it's time to chill out by now, there is a sense that the night is very much yet young! He's under strict instructions to take the road slowly (and safely), however this isn't a view shared by other drivers.
So my first few hours of Uganda are flavoured with car fumes, a hot and humid climate, and a realisation that Uganda doesn't seem to sleep. Whilst James picks his way through the congestion, I am amazed to see so many people out and about. The atmosphere against the background of crickets exudes friendliness and welcome.
We stop off at the VSO office, a tranquil retreat for all volunteers... and then head on into the centre. We do the taxi park - think Buchanan Street Bus Station but a million times bigger and busier - which, like the rest of Kampala has potholes even to envy Glasgow. Organised chaos describes it well, but with the 14-seater taxi buses only leaving when full, there is a heavy suggestion of efficiency.
Hoggs like hills and so later in the afternoon we go for a wander up the back of mum and dad's house. A winding path takes us past village houses, with smiles and shouts of "hello" from every direction. A genuine inquisitiveness - moreso for my camera - is evident, and here's some of the children who insisted on taking their turn for a photo!
We end the day with some shopping, drinks on the veranda with my parents' neighbours, and a fantastic meal at Katch the Sun (sic) - a new one for the "recommended" list. In 24 hours I have developed some fast first impressions of Kampala. I am reminded once again how sound and smell are the missing links to the sights that photographs can only frame. I like it. I like it a lot. And I still have 11 days to go!
Weraba (goodbye) from Uganda.
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