Monday, 2nd August. Kampala Time: 07:21pm
For people as civilization-deprived as Alex and I, Kampala is an absolute delight. There’s good food to eat, chocolate to buy, I managed to buy a charger for my phone, a battery for my watch, a new towel, some new socks and enough chocolate to sink a ship. Did I mention the chocolate? Squandering a day in an interesting and exciting foreign city by running around a shopping centre initially inspired a feeling of guilt, but after a hazelnut coffee, a hotdog and a visit to the “crafts market”, this quickly vanished.
Yesterday, although one of the most exhausting days of my life, was also rather exciting. Alex and I decided that, after four weeks of jungle, we would treat ourselves to a ride in Kampala’s “revolving restaurant”. The place was lush, lush in a very stereotyped was, but lush none the less. The chairs were seated next to the window on a doughnut shaped conveyer belt, which did a full trip of the Kampala skyline once every 90 minutes. Disconcertingly, the middle of the restaurant was quite stationary, not only did the vista of Kampala leisurely wander by, but so did the bar, the toilets and the lifts. Although the experience of a changing view was novel, the fact that the walls kept moving past was mildly nauseating. The food was also not the best food in the entire world, but was very ample indeed and steak, although its been nicer, has never tasted it. We’re only in Kampala till Wednesday, so tonight we’re off to a restaurant called “Boda boda”, which promises African fusion cuisine and cocktails into the bargin. Providing no one decides to bomb it, we should be okay!
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