Back in Kampala, but only just

Year 8 students check out the fabulous view of the islands in Lake Bunyonyi

A local fishermen sits in his lonely dug-out canoe on Lake Bunyonyi

I'll keep this brief for several reasons. I have three weeks of blogging to play catch-up. Damn.
My computer died three weeks ago. Anna Hecker, the food-tech teacher, has lent me her spare laptop...a teeny-weeny guy and my fingers are having a hard time navigating the keyboard. I also have three weeks worth of photographs from the Asciot Goat Races, my weekend away at Banana Village Resort  and the Botanical Gardens in Entebbe, and the week away in south-western Uganda, on Bushara Island, one of the 28 islands in Lake Bunyonyi.
On Tueday night, I was kept awake, not by noisy students, but a toothache! I went into denial for a day...because the offending tooth is the anchor on one of the bridges. Well, by Friday, I knew that I would have no choice but to visit a dentist once back in Kampala. So, I am back, and I spent the afternoon with Dr Tom at a dental clinic downtown. I got a long lecture on the reasons I need to floss...and that I would probably not have this problem if I had been diligent! Oh boy - I hung my head in shame, took it calmly, settled for Plan A... in the hope of solving the problem. But, no, I am still in pain from the exposed nerve and my only consolation is that it is stopping me from eating or drinking anything! I guess I will have to go back to the clinic during the week to settle for Plan B...drilling into the anchor tooth and getting a root canal treatment. That, my friends, is the state of the nation and it is clouding everything else.
I have looked through the 500 photos from the trip, and I need to do something with them, but my activities are being curtailed by the head sloping to one side, and my right hand glued to the cheek to dampen the pain.
Still, I had a great time with the students at Lake Bunyonyi and I will try to upload a few pics just to give you an idea of the place. It was hard to come to polluted Kampala, where poverty assaults every sense!
As for school tomorrow, that's another story. The week away has put me into a totally different rhythm. Yikes.