Travelling alone

Sunday morning was another slow start, and with dreams of that amazing Schwarma, I decided to definitely go get another.

The food: Amazing.

The experience: this time around, not so much.

It was Sunday, so there was much fewer people around as everyone heads to churches on Sundays, everyone but the creepy men.

I sat at the restaurant with my kindle and my meal, minding my own business when two men came to sit opposite me, staring and blatantly trying to get my attention.

They made sounds, commented on every little thing I did, making gestures and just being all out creepy.

I got really angry at this, so I told my waitress and all she said was "Ahh, I'm sorry".

So I shot a deadly look at the men, looked them in the eye and told them that they're being disgusting and to please stop and leave me alone.

This didn't make a difference, in face now they knew they had my attention so it just got worse.

Feeling majorly disgusted and disappointed and almost rather assaulted in a way, I left and decided to just go back home to cool off.

I decided to take another route home, to see the other side of Kololo to what I explored yesterday, and ended up in a very residential, poor area.

Lots of kids playing in the street, men sitting around playing games, women washing laundry on their doorsteps.

As I found a familiar road and my way home, another creepy man approached me asking for my number and if I could send him some photos to his WhatsApp.

What is it with this day!?

It wasn't the first time I was approached by a creepy man, there was the one in Entebbe who wouldn't let go of my hand when I refused to have a drink with him after I naively tried to be polite and greeted him with a handshake.

I had to very sternly pull away and almost shout at him to let go.

And it wasn't the last time either. Many more times in Kampala and in Jinja followed after that day ... the misfortunes of solo travel as a female.

But that Sunday I couldn't take it anymore, I stormed off home to safety and spent the rest of my Sunday on the balcony watching the birds, watching series and researching what else there is to do in Kampala that doesn't take a whole organised trip to do.

It was the first night I really started missing home and wondering why I even made this journey in the first place.

I tried making some teriyaki plantain and experimented around in the kitchen to get my spirits back up, but then the power went out from the storm so I just did a little meditation and had another early night.