Uganda's Moonshine Epidemic

very funny! This is the satisfaction! It's much less natural than where we were yesterday. It looks like a pile of industrial slag. The barrels are half buried in the ground and everything is dirty. It's like stepping into the early days of the Industrial Revolution, somewhere in Arcadian antiquity. But it's more expensive and much, much, much stronger and probably much worse. Once you're done with the Waragi and it's settled, everyone comes here. This is Kalagal, the red light district of Kampala. It's Sunday afternoon. It's a bit like Cardiff or Glasgow on a Friday. Tons of people, it's amazing, all arguing and hugging.

There are many women here who look like prostitutes. This is sort of Britain's last legacy. Instead of rum, sodomy and whip, Ugandans opted for gin, not sodomy and whores. What the fuck? It's okay, they're drunk!