Our first trip into downtown Kampala was an adventure in a true urban jungle. The traffic here is completely indescribable. Unless you have been here and driven on the roads, you simply cannot comprehend it. In the U.S., traffic essentially flows in two directions. But here in Uganda, it is like navigating a raging river after a flood. The big pieces knock the smaller pieces, and the little pieces (called Boda Bodas – motorcycles) flow over and around and through the big pieces.
After being here a few days, we will never again complain about traffic or roads or rude drivers in the U.S. (at least until we forget). While the people here are very friendly and loving, many turn into Tazmanian devils behind the wheel. There are police everywhere here, but still there are no rules. You enter a line of traffic by nosing your car into it like swinging a club. Eventually someone will give way. The aggression of the taxi drivers (blue and white vans) and boda bodas (motorcycle taxis) are beyond any description. It is truly amazing how few bumps and accidents we have seen here. But when an accident happens, it is often serious. We pray for protection daily, and feel its miraculous shielding power.