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A Comfortable Start
My family was giving me a hard time about having only cockroaches to eat in Rwanda and told me to make sure I remember to pack toilet paper. I was expecting something a step above from their jests but I was not expecting what I have experienced in one day in Rwanda.
Beginning with the flight, I had recently returned from Hawaii to Pennsylvania on Saturday, so was a bit off from the long flight. On Monday, I met the American members of the Rwanda team (Dr. ...
Rwanda rebuilding
... in Nairobi the day before, we were the only foreigners and the majority of the passengers had been onboard for more than 24hrs.
As we entered the country the roads changed from rough, broken and potholed to smooth tarmac almost immediately. We were following the route of the RPF and the UN used not long enough ago. As I gazed out my window I saw small, soft hillsides of green. They sloped down into an open, irrigated valley floor with the smallest of streams running through ...
My life as a Volunteer in Rwanda
Hello everyone from Kivumu, Rwanda.
It has been a very full week of travel
and integration into my new home for the next month. As some of you
know I was approached late last year with an opportunity to work here
in Rwanda at a school named after Father Vjeko of the Fransiscan
Order. I was asked by Valerie who has been coming to Uganda and
Rwanda to help for the last 15 years. I was interested in coming to
help but I wanted to make sure that I could ...
First Day in Kigali
Juliet: I'm in sleeping- all -purpose attire. We awoke at 9:40 and thought we might
have missed breakfast. I splashed water on face and put on last minute crocs
(attached to outside of pack) and walked out of room. We were last
breakfasters. But our timing was impeccable. Met Belgian tv star* and ate exotic
fruits and amazing coffee and the brightest yellow eggs. Now back to room to get
dressed.
*Bart Peeters, singer and radio ...
A slippery trip to Giti
Today dawned overcast and cool. Mr. Mundeli, his daughter Myriam and Myriam's young son arrived right on time at 7:30 to pick me up in a taxi. We drove the familiar road to Giti, the first half hour on paved road. Turning right onto the dirt road we headed toward Lake Muhazi where our annual festival will again be held this year. Short of the lake we turned left onto the road heading up into the mountains. It was not raining, but it had been and we ...


