Kampala is a city of people in motion. Items are carried in handmade carts like this one displaying fresh pineapple, by hand between two people walking, on backs or heads of men and women, tied onto bicycles or the back of motorcycles,and in trucks.
People either walk, bicycle or are transported in taxi vans carrying 15 people or more or ride on the back of small motorcycles. Notice the leg and brown shoe on the motorcycle's right hand side of a small child sitting between the motorcycle driver and woman, riding side saddle, holding a toddler on her lap.
The long bag tied onto the bike is full of charcoal for metal cookers on which meals are prepared. The box secured on the back of the bicycle is filled with fresh bananas. The air is filled with hazy smoke from fires burning grass in the countryside.
Our driver was a competant and personable man the age of our oldest son, Eric, who transported us through streets teeming with people and vehicles in varying sizes and shapes. He had just returned from a 6 week trip June-July to Chicago, Salt Lake City, southern Idaho and California. We felt very secure in his presence. In this photo our driver is waving at me as we concluded our survey of a meetinghouse and Ron visited with the custodian.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
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