My First Boda-Boda

I'm really tired of paying through the nose for taxis. Things are too far away (and it's way too hot) for me to walk. Boda-bodas (motorbike taxis) are convenient for short trips, and you can actually weave in and out of Kampala's terrible traffic. But "DONORCYCLE! DONORCYCLE! DONORCYCLE!" keeps echoing through my head.

After three weeks here, I decided to would conquer my fear - albeit with a short trip on mostly backroads after the morning rush. Terrifying and exhilirating if you don't mind eating dirt. My face is numb from being wind-whipped, and I really wish that I'd bothered to put on my sunglasses before we took off. But there's no way that I'm loosening my grip to fish them out of my purse now!

Meet my first-ever boda boda driver. Don't worry too much mom, I promise not too take them often.