I went to Uganda by myself by overnight bus to Kampala. I had a rough border crossing with my visa but eventually got there.
That first day in Kampala I found it strange not to hear the East African language of Kiswahili anymore. It was odd to be a tourist in a foreign country again but now I was much more experienced in how things worked. I knew how to haggle down and felt completely comfortable jumping on the back of a boda (motorbike) to get where I needed to go. It’s all about confidence.
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