"Welcome to K'la City, where the food is delicious but the roads are shitty."
Like Chris Blattman
, I also recently learned the perils of driving on Africa's mean streets. Unexpectedly, one of our Ugandan friends loaned us his Benz. As I took the keys from him, I immediately had flashbacks of turning into oncoming traffic and driving over medians: the adventures of my first day driving in America as a 16-year-old.
That night in Kampala, I had to adjust to both the perils of driving in Africa, and the challenge of orienting myself, British style, on the left side of the road. Somehow we made it home, after rocking the chassis with a few deep pot-holes and almost knocking over a cyclist with a wide load of sugar cane.
The best part about driving in Africa? When you are lost, you just ask a few children playing on the side of the road for directions, and they will jump in the back of the car and drive with you there.
Labels: east africa, off the grid