You'll Laugh Until You Sleep On The Floor

My penultimate day commences by finishing both maps I have been working on for sometime. I have a break-time chat with Mr Nduka, who is bizarrely dressed in some sort of mad scientist's overcoat. He says he will put my maps on the wall. Hopefully the kids won't look too hard at the Lake Victoria area- long story.

There's still enough time to get through an impromptu reading class using "Winnie the Pooh, and Tigger Too" before classes recommence. The senior classes have began their exams so no chance of working with them today. Instead, Shun, the young woodwork teacher, and myself nobly battle an African continent jigsaw puzzle, which is surprisingly difficult. The woodwork shop has been a great place for contemplation, and the occasional lesson. The teacher has been very good company, and has taken to playing some great African music, when not taking lessons.

Accompanied by Shun, I make my way to the local countryside bar- "The Tickled Trout." No, it's not really called that, but it should be. We have a very good chat about things Japanese as well as his travels. He speaks very good french, having studied it at university, and then lived in Paris. He's been good fun since he arrived. He leaves just after new year, telling me that avoiding work is "just not possible anymore."

The BBC World Service is very good tonight. Interesting articles include: Cairo's very controversial shift to a single, syncronised radio transmission through the speakers of all the city's minarets- only one person will call the entire city now, cutting down on conflicting calls and, bluntly put, woeful singing; the global tightening of Scottish whisky production- where this leaves "Jocker" Whisky remains unclear; a Lincoln University in the U.S.A refusing to issue academic qualifications to successful students who have a fat index measurement of more than 30.