In all my road travels, I am yet to experience a road as bad as the one leading to Nakasongola district Headquarters! What is deceptive about this road is that as one branches off the smooth tarmac highway, they are met by a rough contrast.
I can’t decide whether to call it a murram or a tarmac road because I saw more potholes than tarmac. I have nothing personal against the district. I think it is a good place and judging by the numerous herds of cattle I saw, there is no doubt that the district makes a generous contribution to the tasty meat numbers sold in the city.
The drive to the district which is supposed to be 15 minutes takes almost 30 minutes. The white double cabin pickup I was in kept dancing on or was it off the road. And with this crazy dance, our backs received the full effect. I felt my back ache like my spine was going to leave the vertebrae column!!
I can’t decide whether to call it a murram or a tarmac road because I saw more potholes than tarmac. I have nothing personal against the district. I think it is a good place and judging by the numerous herds of cattle I saw, there is no doubt that the district makes a generous contribution to the tasty meat numbers sold in the city.
The drive to the district which is supposed to be 15 minutes takes almost 30 minutes. The white double cabin pickup I was in kept dancing on or was it off the road. And with this crazy dance, our backs received the full effect. I felt my back ache like my spine was going to leave the vertebrae column!!
It was a such a nightmare that whenever the driver tried to dodge one pothole, he would instead end up hitting another!
So, in order to remedy the situation, our driver was forced to drive keeping right instead of the colonially imposed Left. The right side though also pot holed looked like heaven when compared to the left. I think the tarmac had realised that there was no pretence of it being there so it had allowed itself to be eroded.
On the right side therefore, the tarmac was visible and so we not only move faster, but our backs were also relieved of the vigorous pothole hitting exercise.
We soon forgot that keeping right was wrong. But when a white vehicle suddenly appeared in the opposite direction, we got a reality check! We were forced to rush back to the left. I could swear that we hit a million potholes in the 5 seconds we used to move to back to our side!
What is amazing however, is that the agony was immediately forgotten as soon as we reached the smooth tarmac of the highway to Kampala.
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