I arrived to Kampala friday night and by now it already feels like I have been here for a week. New impressions are lurking around every corner. We've been eating with the rich as well as the poor. We've been waited on and lied to, walked in dusty sideroads and felt the warmth of honest smiles. It is a hard glimpse of a complex reality.
Poverty is everywhere - privileges are for the few. Smiles are for everyone though and I have been well received everywhere, even if I am a muzungu.
I'm going to stay here for the next 17 days.