Bukoba The year 1965 was my first year in school.We were living near Kisumu in Kenya, and the school was on the "other" side of the Lake Victoria on the hills above Bukoba town in Tanzania. The journey was made on the ship MV Victoria, from Kisumu down to Musoma up to Mwanza arriving in Bukoba next day. Some times my parents picked me up by car, and the journey was then on road via Jinja and Kampala down to Kisumu. On one location there was an interesting river crossing, a ferry driven by "man power". By walking on a steel wire that run across the river,on the deck of the ferry ,the ferry was powered over the river. We sometimes visited the power station at Jinja Uganda on the way home.This is where the water from lake Victoria runs down in to the river Nile. At the first start in September . Just to be on the safe side the school wanted me to stay away one week before I joined the others in the class. My parents left for home, and I stayed away from the school one extra week. During this week I stayed in the town, down by the beach at some friends that we had met at SaoHill.
The pictures below are from the journeys between Kisumu and Bukoba on the M.S. Victoria, and by car up trough Jinja in Uganda and over to Kenya and finally down to Kisumu home to Matongo.
Kibeta. The Scandinavian Boarding School up on the hill above the town.The views out over the town and over the Lake Victoria are unforgettable.The pictures below are pictures from the school.
After a return to the Kibeta school in in late 1966 from a visit at home, I got sick. Symptoms were that I felt unwell and vomited even without eating anything. I was the only kid in the school that was sick, so they did not suspect any problem with the food since all had eaten the same food. I remember that I was really unwell and was taken to the Ndolage Mission Hospital. It could have been Anna Karin or Kerstin that took me to Ndolage, these two ladies worked for the "Swedish Save The Children Tanzania" organisation in Bukoba. As earlier mentioned our family met these two ladies when we were studying Swahili in SaoHill, and in 1965 I stayed at their house down in Bukoba town for some time, to recovered from chickenpox before I joined the others in the school. The journey felt long in a VW 1200, now when checked on the map I found it to be about 50km. I was taken to a room, and a doctor came in to examine me. The doctor examined my hands and the whites of the eyes and concluded that I had Yellow Fever. My room had a bed and a night table, a window with a view over to another long building. The window opened to a wide window board, the standard mosquito net was fastened from the window board up and to the sides of the building walls. I could climb out to sit on the window board in the "cage" as a monkey. I have no pictures from my stay here, however, I know that there is a map with letter between me an my parents from those days with exact dates and how long I stayed in Hospital.