The sun has gone down and the still evening air is cooling pleasantly.
We moved into our last house with two children just before Christmas. Now we are going to try moving out of our project house just after Christmas, this time with sixteen children.
There she was, Mrs R, staggering away from the bar, a bit of late night shopping, then sprawling along the pavement on the way home.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.