The dreaded words
“extend mzungu”. I roll my eyes and shoot a dirty look at the
conductor who said this. He wants me to move even closer to the
person that I am already snuggled up more tightly than lovers would
be. We have to try to squeeze one more person into this mini bus
(live a mini van with seats for 19 people). Children are sitting on
strangers laps, bags are piled high on top of the mini bus and shoved
in all free space, people are standing hunched over using up
literally any free space possible. I am already sitting in the most
awkward position and have been for the past 2 hours. Sure I will try
and move closer to my neighbors, I would love to have more parts of a
strangers sweaty body on my sweaty body. Why not?
Transport is always
an adventure. My absolute favorite form of transport in Uganda is my
own legs. No one else can dictate my speed, no one can get to close
to me. I do from time to time have to deal with the occasional
harassment but that is well worth it for the fresh air, beautiful
views that I can actually see and the comfort of having a fairly big
“American” sized personal space bubble where most of the time
only my friends cross. The exercise as well is awesome, my legs are
going to be so strong just from walking to work and back home (you
can ask my mom, sometimes we catch each other on the phone while I am
walking up the big hill and am panting out of breath).
Then there is the
boda boda or boda for short. Its a motorcycle that you can hop on
the back of and pay to drive you where ever. This can be wonderful
on a hot day. Its a great way to air out your armpits...let that
wind blow. But if the weather is to change, which it does often, it
isn't such a pleasant ride. As my co-worker calls it the “open
roof” doesn't offer much protection during a rain storm. Not to
mention, when you are carrying a heavy backpack and on a boda for an
hour your back starts to get sore. I also have the tendency to
squeeze my legs together the whole way. Like I think this will save
me from falling off. Who am I kidding? But it is a great inner
thigh workout. The sensation of going quickly over these dirt roads
and feeling the wind in your hair (and armpits) is something that I
will miss, maybe I will just get my own scooter or motorcycle when I
get home. Boda rides, I would say, are much more enjoyable out in the
villages. When you get on one in Kampala, the capital city, I fear
for my life. Although, I should probably have a similar amount of
fear in the village with the sharp turns and quick drop offs and not
great roads. Kampala is filled with buses, cars, mini buses, bodas
and people everywhere. Bodas are constantly weaving in and out of
traffic, disobeying traffic laws, squeezing through spaces I swear
aren't big enough to fit the bike, and narrowly escaping accidents.
However, you do reach your destination much quicker than when you are
stuck in traffic and obeying the stop lights, and in Kampala you can
sit in traffic for hours.
Then there are the
buses. Think Greyhound buses just the really old buses that we no
longer want in America sent to Uganda. The prices to different
destinations are “negotiable”. You have to know what it is
supposed to cost and refuse to pay more. The conductor always tries
to get more out of you, especially when you are a foreigner. Some
buses in Uganda are really nice, they run smoothly, they only stop at
the major bus stops, they are clean and the conductors are honest,
but that would just be too easy. The buses that come all the way out
to where I stay only run on certain days of the week, the are old,
the conductors just want to get as much money as possible out of the
trip. This can come in the form of taking advantage of people who
don't know what the price should be. Perhaps, they try to charge
insane amounts for putting your luggage under the bus, or they stop
for every person standing on the side of the road even when the bus
is full and the aisle is filled with bags and standing people.
Sometimes, even, they tell you the bus is going all the way to your
stop, when in fact it is stopping in the nearest town (1.5 hours
away) and not proceeding further and its 8:00pm at night when it is
dark when we arrive at there final destination not mine. Not that I
am a little bitter about that or anything. Buses do have their
advantages. Sometimes they are playing really awesome music that you
can get into, other times it is blasting the same 6 gospel songs on
repeat for 10 hours. If you get on the bus super early and are one
of the first few people to board then you can get the front seat
where there is only one seat and no neighbor and you have the whole
front window to see out of and don't need to be prepared for
territory wars, but that means that you have to wait for the entire
bus to fill up before leaving the bus park. If you do get a seat
where you control the window then that means that well, you have
control of the window which is priceless. Also seats in buses tend
to be your seats and although sometimes you have to play territory
wars over your space, the amount of space that you get does tend to
be much larger than the dreaded MINI BUS.
Mini buses are quite
pleasant in Kampala. There is a seat for everyone, you are not
packed so tightly, the prices are cheap and they go just about every
where. You just need to figure out how the mini bus system works,
but each time I go to Kampala I get better and better at it.
However, mini buses in Kanungu and I am sure other rural areas where
police are easily bribed and traffic rules are more like guidelines
aren't quite as nice. Each row is supposed to have seats for 4
people, except in the front with the driver which only has 3 because
there needs to be room for the stick shift...So how many people do
you think can you fit into a vehicle? That is a question I cannot
answer. I am always impressed at the ability to find space for just
a few more people. I am also impressed at Ugandans lack of anger for
paying for a ride on this mini bus and then being squished in
uncomfortable positions for 5 hours while the vehicle stops every 10
minutes to pick people up or drop someone off. As this occurs and
the more and more intimate I become with my neighbor and the more
times the conductor asks me to 'extend' the more and more the anger
and frustration builds up inside of me and the dirtier the looks I
give get and the shorter I get with people calling me 'mzungu' or
just trying to talk to me. I am pretty sure you could gauge how long
I have been traveling for based on these characteristics. Clearly,
if you haven't figured it out yet, mini buses in the rural areas are
my least favorite form of transport unfortunately, sometimes it is
the only means to get from the nearest town to my bus stop.
Although
transportation can be a pain in well you know what, I wouldn't change
my commute for anything. A 2km walk each way full of beautiful
views, fresh air and if I see more than 3 motorcycles along the way I
am curious as to what is going on in the village. Luckily this is my
commute and I don't have to deal with close quarters, crazy music on
repeat, and traffic (what is that again?)