Pulse of Kampala
Kampala is a living, breathing organism with matatus and boda-bodas running through its veins. Nowhere do you feel the pulsing blood of Kampala more than riding down crowded Kyagwe road on the back of a boda-boda, the front tip of the motorcycle wiggling curlicues to find a little path through the traffic.
The traffic of Kampala, both human and vehicular, is mind blowing. The city seems to be suffering from a bit of indigestion, particularly around the old and new taxi stages, both badly in need of some re-organization to clear the agglomeration of matatus each struggling to get through.