We hear that you people are learning how to build igloos and that suddenly huskies are in demand. You have our commiserations. It is a miserable 20 degrees here and raining.
We are learning daily the dangers of taking for granted the difference between what we left and what people here live with.
Back to water again. At the risk of mentioning the wet stuff too often in this blog, we have run out. Nta amazi tufite in the local tongue. We have none.
There are some things in life that are so familiar to us that we barely give them a second thought.
Unlike Gavin,I am not a mince with everything kind of person and have adapted better to the rwandan diet.
Things are starting to get busy as we try to make sure everything is done before the Christmas break as well as organise the extra activities that come along with the season of goodwill.
Lunch is definitely the theme for today. On my road into town and driving slowing to avoid a taxi bus, in front of me was a man taking his goat for a walk.
One of the delights of sitting in our garden, aside from panoramic views of Kigali, is the variety of wildlife that comes by.
We were always clear in our minds that the first few months of our time here in Rwanda were going to be a period of learning and understanding.
Life is beginning to settle into something of a routine now. Bronwen leaves the house around eight o’clock each morning (role reversal here!) to take the taxi bus over to Nyamirambo.