We are now in Kenya. Rwanda was an amazing and somewhat emotional experience which I am sure will come into focus in the next few days.
What I will miss:
The younger school children walking to school looking for handshakes and asking in English "how are you doing?"
The kids who waved at us along the road and acted likely us waving back was the best thing that ever happened to them.
The bustle of the Nyamirambo road
The pineapples we bought along the street for 500 Rwf
The little bananas
Our butcher slicing off meet with his machete.
The deliciously cool pool at the Serena
The countryside outside of Kigali
The beer
The Green Corner
Karibu
How positive people seem after what they have been thru. I hope it lasts.
What I won't miss
The bustle of the Nyamirambo road
The all night party which went on outside our apartment every night
The children who greated us by asking for money
The motorcycle taxis. They are a menace, they block the sidewalks, intersections, they honk there horns and rev their engines. If you are walking they drive up alongside you, as if I would be crazy enough ride one
The guys selling MTN cards, magazines, memory sticks, and maps. I now know how to say no in all three official languages (not that it made any difference).
That stupid sign outside of the hospital.
The red dust.
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