Third Worlds - The Absurd

Man... I am going to miss Africa! I just started feeling like I had figured things out. I recognize where I am in Kampala, at least three fourths of the time. I know what's acceptable socially in basic situations. Most of what I see just seems normal now.

I am trying to take pictures but they will never capture the sweet garbage stench, the noisy press of taxis, the dust, the black choking exhaust, the puddles, the surge of the crowds: women treading through mud in high heals, and all the men dressed "properly" in slacks and long collard shirts (everyone of them, from the beggars with missing extremities to the paunchy businessmen). Uganda is a country of inconsistent absurdities.