...there is a western supermarket here. Pause for a happy dance because you can buy sliced meat, cheese, mangoes, breakfast cereal that is not Weetabrix and Canadian jam. For an exorbadant fee of course, but once you go two months of eating biscuits, mango juice and matoke, meat that comes in a package feels like the invention of the computer.
Not only is there a supermarket here, but the malls Garden City and Natumarket are open 24/7 and sell the most beautiful shoes by local ugandan artists. Caroline and I went to a store owned by Stella Ortwori, a famous fashion designer and had the opportunity to meet her and watch her fashion show.
After looking around we decided to meet up with her sister Shivah and her boyfriend Alex at a local restaurant. The only problem was getting through the two hour long traffic jam looming in the distance. The answer was a botabota ride for 3,000 shillings by a man that could have been a stunt driver for a Vin Diesel movie. Once traffic came to a standstill he drove up onto the sidewalk, and once the sidewalk became crowded with botabota drivers he drove us up a dirt road into the park. 10 minutes later and after Caroline narrowly had her leg squished by a parked truck, we arrived at our very trendy destination.
Inside, the restaurant glowed with black lights in the ceiling and music played in the background. Famished from the ride I ordered a chicken dinner while the others drank smoothies. At the end of the dinner Alex got up to pay, "I can't let you pay for my meal, " I said. The cultural custom is if a man asks you out, he must pay for everything, and your friends expenses as well. Oops, I figured that one out too late.
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