Day three......
Today we escaped into the city of Kampala. We visited the ghetto, the real slums of Kampala- like a scene from Slumdog millionaire, and before our mothers have a heart-attack, we were with people who used to live there who were friends of the other volunteers! Everywhere we went people shouted Mazoongu (white people) at us, children followed us chanting it. Someone even asked amy to "TAKE MY KID" We were even in the President of the ghetto's "house", he was lovely, he even prayed with us before we left!!
Literally a 5 minute walk from the ghetto and you are in the city centre- tall buildings and street markets, a far cry from what we had just seen. The differentiation between rich and poor is shocking to say the least. Yet people still stare at us, and I wish that I could tan so i dont stand out as much. We then travelled to garden city (a shopping centre) which apparently is a Mazoongu hangout.
After walking for what seemed like hours we arrived home on a Matatu (the most dangerous ride you've ever had!) which is like a mini bus. Matatus and Boda Bodas (motorbike taxi) are the only mode of transport. Boda bodas are probably the most dangerous thing Ive ever seen on the road.....and were from donegal!! literally 100s of them weave in and out of traffic with like the whole family on the back. They will not stop so dont cross their paths, I should know seeing as one hit me yesterday!!
Back at the home and the kids were excited to have us back. One of the girls ask me what origin i was (she had actually said religion but i misheard her) and I said i was irish. She replied saying she tought i was Japanese. JEEZ i know i dont look great but seriously! Then she went on to say I didn't look Japanese but I sound it! Well I suppose the Donegal accent is pretty strong!!
Talk soon (internet very bad here)....x
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