Entebbe is the former capital of Uganda, about an hour’s drive away from Kampala. We figured this was a good way to begin to get to know the country, so we headed there for a weekend. It’s a *completely* different city… very rural and quiet. If one ever needs to escape the hustle of urban Kampala, this is the place to come. The city is situated on Lake Victoria and the air smells fresh and clean (for a nice change). There’s lots of space and greenery!
We had made reservations at Entebbe Backpackers, where I was delighted to find free WiFi (that’s generally the highlight of any trip for me, ha). It was a nice place… quaint, 8-person dorm with mosquito nets covering each bunk. We met up with a classmate of ours from London (a Ugandan with the funkiest hair ever) and her friend’s recommendation for food was a place at Anderita Beach. Our only stipulation was that we had to have fresh fish (tilapia preferred). This was our view of Lake Victoria:
😀 After an hour (I swear they caught the talapia only AFTER we had ordered it), the moment of doom had come:
I was rightly pleased with my effort:
I’m really trying not to get a tainted picture of Uganda and its people, but the attack on mzungus is getting a bit irritating. We either keep getting ripped off (white people pay double or triple the price for absolutely everything), or we get mugged. Guess which happened to us on Friday night? I truly feel like the main character from Final Destination where each of his friends is stalked by death and gets picked off one by one.
We had made the stupid decision to walk back from a pub late at night. We didn’t want to pay the triple amount taxi drivers were charging us, so we thought we’d be bold and walk. There was five of us, we weren’t too far away, and Entebbe seemed like a much safer and quieter town than Kampala. Ha ha ha. We were proven wrong. My other friend (SF) got HER handbag stolen from her. By the time I’d turned around, the guy was already out of sight. Oddly enough, this happened next to a golf course. Poor SF had everything taken – passport, drivers licence, two mobiles, credit/debit cards and her camera. Boda-boda drivers heard our screaming and came to our rescue. We hopped on and headed to the police station where, upon getting off the boda’s, they wanted to charge us 10 times more (per bike!) than they normally do. In our haste, we forgot to negotiate prices before getting on the bikes. At this point, I was so peeved, I yelled and just gave my driver the money (I thought it was going to be split between them). He took off. The others didn’t want to give them that much either, so they gave him 4x more. In front of the police station, we argued for at least five minutes. Probably longer. The police even agreed that the price they were asking for was too high, yet they stood there laughing. Not helpful.
We received a reference number and were told to come back the next morning. The five minute taxi ride home not only cost us three times more than the normal price, but also our time, guilt, and a lot of extra hassle.