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Les Journaux Africains: Byoona Amagara, Lake Bunyonyi, Uganda - 21.00 12/04/2010

It's been a slow day on the island today. With the majority of our travelling party having spent the day at Karambo Primary School, things have been peaceful - in-between the sporadic fainting of one of our students. The day reminds me of Blanche DuBois from A Streetcar Named Desire when she says, "don't you just love these long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn't just an hour - but a little bit of Eternity dropped in your hands". The only difference of course is that we were at Lake Bunyonyi and the weather was fine.

Playing cards. Photo © 2010, Matthew Jenkins.
Not long before sundown we waved goodbye temporarily to Greg and Jeff who were returning to add the finishing touches to the Kabale Arts Centre at the Edirisa. Most of the work I believe has been done, but such details as name plates under each painting and organising the press to attend the opening needs to be done.

For the rest of us the night has been generally quiet. The exception to this is that we have been playing our own music through the sound system in the main building. A particular highlight of this was when, on my iPod, the song 'Fire Anthem' by East African Bashment Crew came on. Friday (one of the workers) plus loads of the kitchen and bar staff started to shout, sing and dance along. It was a surreal moment for all involved.

Tomorrow, we have to pack the tents up and get everyone back to the mainland in one piece. I'll do as I did today: have an early morning swim in the icy cold and mist-covered lake, followed by an open-air shower looking out over the water.

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