In contrast to Rwanda, there are no centralized funds here in Uganda. The chaos and the mess are at their best. We need to ask which of the hundreds of minibuses goes in your direction.

Sometimes you'll be lucky to get a sign on the roof of the minibus called the city, and the figure is the price of the Ugandan shillings. The course for today is $3,300 a dollar, so you have to go long and painful, but cheap--

As long as other passengers get into the salon, you'll be attacked by the merchant. Some of them are very insistent and can grab your hand, "Mzungu, buy a vodka!" and maybe try to get your phone out of hand. When I was sitting on a bus, neighbors told me to remove the camera, or if there's a gang of thieves, they'll rip out and look out.

Do I feel like a white crow?

It's only 80 kilometres between Kampala and Ginja's resort town, but three hours. First, the traffic on the way out of Kampala, then the police station was terribly circumvented, where the money was drawn from the drivers. Then the chauffeur went to the slums all the time, loaded bags and bowls, planted and planted people. That's how much I'm supposed to go, being crushed as a farm in a bank, which ended up as a bullet at the destination. Finally, you can breathe full chest and make a mini-charge for the ears.