Traffic around Kampala is notorious and getting worse. It’s quite common to turn your engine off as you sit still for 10 minutes or more. Yesterday it took us an hour and a half to drive 3 kilometres / 2 miles, bumper to bumper, in and out of the potholes of the Industrial Area, choking on the black diesel fumes from lorries we disposed of in the West 30 years ago. A Nature Uganda speaker this week told us how air pollution is a major contributor to heart disease in places like Uganda: road pollution, burning rubbish (including plastics and batteries), cooking over a charcoal stove, kerosene lamps and more.
I walked most of the journey home, covering my mouth with my T shirt when another filthy lorry chugged past me. Just what you need in a traffic jam: a heavy good lorry breaks down and tries a hill start on the slightest of inclines. As darkness fell I jumped on a boda boda for the last stretch of the journey home to wash off the grime.