Dr. Ruby Dunlap’s Uganda Fulbright Blog
The circulatory system of Kampala is an atherosclerotic mesh of streets most of which wind through the vast slums which, if reports are correct, characterize the cities of the so-called developing parts of this planet. There are sections of privileged residences and businesses behind fortresses of thickly spiked walls, gates and hired guards.
The U.S. embassy is one of these, a massive structure of multiple barriers and checks. Our embassy driver had never left his vehicle but hired nationals guarding the entrance still lifted the hood and ran a mirror underneath it to check for any discourtesies before allowing it to proceed through yet more checks and barriers when we arrived at the embassy around 9 am Wednesday morning.
We walked through a metal detector. I had to leave my three memory sticks and calculator at a front desk; no electronic devices of any kind are allowed to be carried into the embassy. After that, we had to leave our passports with a young Marine who sat behind thick glass at the final check. We were met by Dorothy, the Ugandan national who works as a cultural affairs attaché and who had facilitated the orientation for the Ugandan Fulbrighters in Washington in June.