Usually at least once a week I eschew the comforts of vehicle or taxi-bus and walk home from CPR. At my age, the 7.5km takes an hour and twenty minutes.
Cobblers. Rwanda doesn't have cobblers, but it does have men (never women) who sit by the side of the road or in the markets stitching and gluing.
When we first thought about leaving behind the convenience of life at home to explore Africa, our mental picture of our new environment was one of heat, banana trees and mud huts.
Who remembers the "Tell Sid" campaign?
A story appeared on the wires this week about the first fines issued by the Data Protection Registrar.
It is official. Christmas is on its way. While shopping in Simba, one of the main supermarkets in town, I saw a flashing Christmas tree for sale. Behind it stood a more modest model.
The boys are on the move. Yesterday we took ourselves into the hills above Kigali to look for a new home for the street children.
We are definitely in trouble. While folks at home have been enjoying sledges and snow-ball fights, moisture in our part of Kigali is becoming a distant memory.
We mentioned in a previous blog that the street children are on the move. Notice has been given on the house they are using and everyone will be out by the end of the year.
Entertainment in these part is hard to come by unless you count trying to get as many people as possible into a taxi-bus.