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Les Journaux Africains: Little Ritz, Kabale, Uganda - 19.50 13/04/2010 - Part One

We cast off from Byoona Amagara around midday today. We successfully dismantled all of the tents and despite the agonising slow progress of a handful of students, we left the island pretty much on time. The weather was in our favour and the boats didn't seem to be sitting quite so low in the water as they had done on the way over.

Our programme for the day consisted of getting back to Kabale from Lake Bunyonyi, relaxing at Green Hills for a short while, heading to Kigezi High School to say a few fond farewells, before heading to the grand opening of the refurbished Edirisa café - now called the Kabale Arts Centre.

We arrived back in Kabale to find that the electricity had been misbehaving all day. In the panic to get the Art Centre looking good, Greg had spent the best part of the day out searching for a diesel generator to hire. 

Whilst he was busy panicking, the rest of the travelling party were at Kigezi socialising with the staff and students that we had met over the course of the week and attending an art show of students' art curated by Mayur. 

The Kabale Arts Centre glows. Photo © 2010, Jeff Vanderpool
With the light fading I started to round up our group so that we could head into town. Some opted for boda-bodas - I preferred the option of a walk. The protracted goodbyes - for they are always protracted - meant that daylight had completely gone by the time we had reached the Kigezi playing fields at the bottom of the hill.

The town sat in a veil of eerie darkness as the power-related issues continued to play havoc with the lives of the residents and shopkeepers. All that was forgotten upon our arrival at the Edirisa which glowed a radiant yellow under the newly-installed lighting. 

The transformation was complete and looking mind-blowingly different from how it had looked a mere handful of days before.

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