I was up a little later than usual. It seemed cool outside which was just fine with me. I showered, dressed, did a little email, then headed out for a walk and hopefully to find some grub. I walked out the back of the complex and down some familiar territory I see all the time on the way to work. I hung a right and saw a busier street in the distance so headed that way. I hung a left on that street and approached a large intersection.
There is definitely a hue of dust around the city, amplified by the never-ending street sweeping. The sides of the roads are this light crimson sand that reminds me of brick dust. I saw a few embassies and as many MTN cell phone card outlets one would care to see. There are so many of them everywhere here.
My intuition told me to take the left fork which I did then I saw the City Oil outlet meaning I was on the right track. I had breakfast at Javas and walked a bit thereafter then hopped a cycle-cab back to the compound for 3 shillings. When in Kampala, do as the Kampalians do.
The city wakes up very early and the street cleaners are already out in force even on Sunday. The natives are busily scurrying everywhere so quickly. When I left Javas with plans to find a cab, no luck. The Hiace 14-passenger vehicles are plentiful but I do not know anything about them. I now tell the driver to take me to Nakasero road just above the Fang Fang hotel. That is known to all. I forgot my camera at work so could not trap any sights on my first long walk into the city.
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