Esiteks ehmatas mind siia saabudes päris korralikult
vasakpoolne liikluskorraldus ehk alati oli tunne, et
autod-bussid-mootorrattad tulevad sellest suunast, kust neid oodata
ei oska. Üle tee minnes hakkas juba esimesel päeval tekkima
vaikselt harjumus esmalt paremale vaadata. Kuigi arvestades liikluses
valitsevat üldist kaost on kindlam vaadata mõlemale poole ja mitu
korda. Esimest korda boda-bodal ringteele liikudes oli natuke jube,
sest automaatselt tundus nii vale, et juht läheneb ringile vasakult.
Nüüdseks olen enam-vähem harjunud, kuid päris kindlust veel
jalgades pole.
Minu põhilised liiklusvahendid:
- taxi = matatu = minibuss, kuhu tohib ametlikult 14
reisijat sisse mahutada, esimestesse ridadesse pannakse tavaliselt
mõni lisareisija juurde. Kohati saadab sõitu vali muusika, kuid
seda on võrreldes näiteks Peruuga oluliselt vähem. Kui tean, kus
maha minna ja kaua enam-vähem sinnani läheb, siis saan sõites juba
raamatut lugeda.
- boda boda = mottorrattatakso, mille juht peab
ametlikult kiivrit kandma ja reisijaid tohib uue seaduse järgi olla
ainult üks. Nendest reeglitest peetakse pealinnas rohkem kinni kui
mujal. Kukkumised ongi ilmselt ohtlikumad linnades, kus
kaasliiklejaid igast suunast välja võib ilmuda. Igatahes hankisin
mina eelmise nädala lõpus endale uhiuue punase kiivri (28 000 UGX),
mida lähipäevil katsetama asun. Paljud vabatahtlikud kasutavad
igapäevaselt ühe kindla boda-juhi teenuseid – kindlam, odavam ja
turvalisem.
- jalad = kõndimine ehk et lühemaid vahemaid läbin
jalgsi ja see pole sugugi koormav. Lihtsalt peab valima pisut
kõrvalisemaid tänavaid, et enda kopse heitgaasidest pisut säästa.
Hommikuti on õhk samuti värskem ja mõnusam. Bluesky kooli juures
on üleüldse kõik rohelust ja värskust täis ja näiteks korra
olen juba sealt suure teeni kõndinud, väga mõnus!
Kampala vanas
kesklinnas, kuhu minibussid linna sõites enamasti suunduvad, on
olemas nö uus ja vana taksopark (New Taxi Park, Old Taxi Park), mis
on mõlemad pidevalt bussidest ja reisijatest tulvil. Kui tahan
linnast koju jõuda, siis esialgu on lihtsaim viis suunduda uue
taksopargi tagumisse otsa, kus on suur silt Wakiso/Nansana.
Üldiselt on liikluses veel – bussid, veoautod,
jalgratturid 10 veekanistri või 7 kasti joogipudelitega, naised
kandams pea peal banaane täis alust, ülikondades ärimehed, lapsi
kandvad naised jne.
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At first I was quite shocked by the left-hand traffic in Uganda. Meaning that I always had the feeling that cars-busses-bikes were appearing from all possible unexpected directions. It took some hours before I started to first look to my right while trying to cross a road. Although considering the general chaos of the traffic here – it is better to look right and left and several times before stepping off the sidewalk. It was also a little bit horrifying when I experienced (as a passenger) a boda-boda approaching a roundabout for the first time. Automatically I had the idea that going to the left was just so wrong. Now I have almost gotten used to it but my feet still feel a bit insecure at times.
At first I was quite shocked by the left-hand traffic in Uganda. Meaning that I always had the feeling that cars-busses-bikes were appearing from all possible unexpected directions. It took some hours before I started to first look to my right while trying to cross a road. Although considering the general chaos of the traffic here – it is better to look right and left and several times before stepping off the sidewalk. It was also a little bit horrifying when I experienced (as a passenger) a boda-boda approaching a roundabout for the first time. Automatically I had the idea that going to the left was just so wrong. Now I have almost gotten used to it but my feet still feel a bit insecure at times.
My main means of transportation
- taxi = matatu = a minibus that can officially take
14 passengers but the first rows are usually fitted with some people
extra. At times the journey is accompanied by loud music but compared
to for example Lima, Peru it occurs less often. If I know where I
want to get off and how long the journey takes, then I can already
read a book while on a taxi. For a stop one can say: parking, stage
(a word used for 'station'), or maasa awo (pronounced similar to
'maasao').
- boda boda = motorcycle-taxi (originally
bicycle-taxi). Officially the driver has to have a helmet and there
should be only one passenger but actually you can fit three
passengers on it. The rules for helmet and passengers are followed
more in the captal then elsewhere. Falling off a boda is a lot more
dangerous in the city traffic (with all other vehicles appearing
suddenly on all sides) compared to the dirt roads in the countryside.
So last week I got myself a brand-new red helmet (28 000 UGX) that
I´ll start using today. Many volunteers have their „personal”
boda-drivers that pick them up in the morning and drive back from the
project organisation in the evening.
- feet = walking is used for shorter distances and I
enjoy it a lot. If possible then I choose streets with less traffic
in order to spare my lungs from all the fumes. During morning hours
the air is also fresher and nicer. Around Bluesky school the
environment is in general green and refreshing and once I already
walked back from there to the big road, it was great!
In the center of Kampala, where the
taxis usually end up when going towards city, there is the Old Taxi
Park and the New Taxi Park. This means a large area constantly filled
with vehicles and passengers. If I want to get back home from Kampala
then I can try to get a taxi from the far back of the New Taxi Park,
just at the sign „Wakiso, Nansana” (the taxi parks are the only
places with signs it seems).
Also found in the traffic –
buses, lorries, cyclists with 10 water canisters or 7 crates of
soda bottles, women carrying a plate with bananas on their head,
businessmen in suits, women carrying children etc.
On my first day in Kampala. |
Leia pildilt eestlane. / Find the Estonian! |
View from taxi-window on the way to Bluesky school |
Old Taxi Park in Kampala. |
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