Kampala, like Rome, is built over seven hills. A pleasant city where the few high rise buildings mix with stately old bungalows and shanties, it feels a bit like a backwater compared with the larger capitals of its neighbors. It reminds us a bit of another garden city, Singapore, or of the suburbs of Kuala Lumpur. Green, not very dense, reasonably clean and organized. Even the perfectly predictable afternoon showers are reminiscent of South East Asia.
The old underground torture chambers of the Idi Amin era, where over 8,000 people were tortured and killed, are on the grounds of the Kabaka’s palace, in a pastoral setting which belies the horrors it witnessed.
