So I am spending my last day in mbarara. I went and had a delicious lunch of matoke, posho and gnut sauce with peas. Yum! I like the food here! Gnut sauce pretty much tastes like a peanutbutter sauce, it is so delicious. I ate lunch at a restaurant called Organic. While I was eating there, the owner started spraying bug spray on the placemats on the table, effectively counteracting the organic produce he was serving. Mbarara is a place of milk and butter. It has a large cattle culture and it is easy to find yogurt here (so happy!). They also have lots of mushrooms. So I have often had mushrooms sautéed in butter which is delicious!
So the rest of the pictures in this post are of my walks around mbarara. The motorcycles are everywhere and are taxis that are called boda bodas. You just yell boda boda and you can get a ride anywhere. I don’t use these because its just as easy to walk everywhere. Apparently all drivers are addressed as boda.
Another interesting cultural tidbit I learned here was that in the culture in mbarara it is taboo for women to whistle or to ride bikes. If you do this, they will yell at you “are you growing a penis!”. Very interesting.
On my walks around my neighborhood all of the streets are unpaved. There are some day cares with adorable children, as well as houses, some really nice expat quarters, some that apparently belong to Musevini and some a
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