Potholes and Progress.

Sorry that I have been off the grid a couple of days, but I am back. Yesterday we were back in the village again. Carly and Sandra launched their NGO!!! More about that tomorrow.

The 1 ½ hour drive each way gives me time to ponder…

Potholes… It is pothole season back home. After the freeze and thaw, freeze and thaw over the months of winter those annoying holes just seem to appear.  They begin innocently enough but can seemingly grow overnight into craters. By the time I return home, the attack to fill them will have commenced. Now they say there are sometimes potholes that can swallow a small car but I don’t ever remember being a witness to that spectacle, at home.

But here… well I will close with some pictures today telling the story. But in the meantime, let me explain a bit more. Most are not actually potholes in the traditional sense we think of at home but rather a creeping erosion from the edges aided by the torrential rains. Sometimes it is to the point the tarmac (asphalt to my American friends) is gone and what remains is the red clay soil. You can be so innocently heading down the road at 80kph and then the brakes squeal at the sight of red soil just around the bend.

But first, let me remind you of all that manages to share Ugandan roads; cars, of course, 14-passenger ‘taxis’ often loaded with twenty or more, huge intra-country buses, lorries, cattle trucks, smaller pickups and the incredible number of massive petrol carriers. Just beginning the list….  also, there are boda-bodas, (small transport motorcycles), bikes, people, cows, goats, dogs, wandering chicken and yes, in places, lazy baboons. No wonder I don’t drive here and admire the drivers that do so. Other than the fact that they drive on the left side of the road, I am certain the first time behind the wheel one of the above would meet its demise.

Oh, but the real fun is… construction… The road between here and Kikandwa is under construction and seems to have been for years. The highlight when you delay are the entrepreneurial men and women dressed in pink lab coats running for your vehicle laden with muchomo, fried bananas, g-nuts and assorted drinks. It is so hard to explain construction with my words. So I will end with pictures as they tell it much better than I ever could.

The potholes!

The potholes!

The cattle trucks.

The cattle trucks!

Construction

Construction

Construction

Construction

and more construction.

and more construction.

The baboon.

The baboon.

and of course, the snacks as you wait!

and of course, the snacks as you wait!

 

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