Waking with the sun, I lay in bed until the hot water was delivered in jerry cans.
I arrived in Kigali on my own, in the dark and late at night after a long journey from Edinburgh which included a 2-hour delay in Brussels due to snow and all I could ask myself was “What on earth
I am back in Rwanda staying at Scripture Union guest house. This time, Mary from Loanhead Parish Church has accompanied me.
At Rutonde our porridge and goats project is bearing fruit, or at least kids.
It has been another hot day and I am walking home from Nyabugogo with a basket of beans on my back and a cardboard box in my arms.
Kigali must be one of the fastest changing cities in Africa, if not the world. Even in the six months since our last visit, new developments can be seen wherever one looks.
We have moved eastwards to Rwamagana, an hour's bus ride form Kigali.
The day was always going to be strenuous. Just getting across Kigali to Nyabugogo for the bus to Kibungo meant an hour's walk, albeit in the cool early morning.
We are in for a long hot day today. The rain of last week seems to have gone and the heat is more like a real Rwandan dry season.