This week I am staying in Rwamagana, an hour's bus ride to the east of Kigali. The rains seem to have well and trully disappeared and the air has become hot and dusty.
Waking with the sun, I lay in bed until the hot water was delivered in jerry cans.
We have moved eastwards to Rwamagana, an hour's bus ride form Kigali.
This tour around the charity's Rwanda projects has been scheduled to cover five weeks.
One of the reasons for this trip to Rwanda is to find suitable partners that we can work with.
Last week we had hoped to visit some of the women we are helping around Kiwangala in Uganda but events overtook us in the form of the burial of a small child (see A sad story).
This has been a busy week for widows' meetings. Gavin has been given seven groups of women from local churches who are trying to improve their lot in life.
This week we arranged to see mama Elijah at the restaurant to talk about bringing some more customers in the door.
Someone asked us last week how the project was going. We said it felt a bit like watching your child take his first steps. All you can do is take your hands away and see what happens.