It is lush and green, even now at the end of the dry season.
It is one of the safest countries in Africa.
It is known as “The Pearl of Africa”.
The staple dish is ‘matoke’, a mash of cooked plantains. It tastes like very gluey potatoes, but lumpier and with a bit of a sour taste like turnips.
The women are soft-spoken and passive.
English is the only official language, although it isn’t usually spoken. Signs and some radio stations are in English, but most people speak ‘Luganda’. Like Kenya, the numeric system is the same as in Canada.
The pace seems slower than in Kenya.
Like in Kenya, Coke seems to dominate over Pepsi. Coke, Fanta, and Sprite are widely available, but come in glass bottles that are expected to be drunk on the spot and returned. People prefer to drink through long straws, perhaps because the bottles are later refilled.
There are a lot of bicycles, all black. None have gears. Most have heavy-duty racks on the back capable of carrying passengers (women ride side-saddle) or baggage.
No one obeys the speed limits (if there are any).
The roads are about a foot narrower than they should be and there are no paved shoulders.
People rarely walk if a boda-boda (a bicycle or motorcycle taxi) is available. They seem shocked that we would want to walk anywhere. We haven’t seen a single runner or jogger in the country.
Kampala, the capital city, has a restaurant with the best Indian food that we’ve ever tasted.