Water Front Hotel
- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Swimming pool
- Business Services
- Fitness/Health center
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... No? I was looking forward to getting home too! In Burundi with some of their area coordinators from around the country. Also a contingent from another part of Congo not far from here. Some great works reaching out with thousands of courses.
How does Emmaus work in an African country? BURUNDI EXAMPLE.
1. ECS USA provides English course material.
2. Hartmut ...
... and soap. Transportation in the city is mainly on the back of motorcycles, not really comfortable and I now have had the doubtful pleasure of long rides up and downhill. the first ride was in the sun downhill very fast, then in the rain uphill a lot slower. The one up and downhil in the rain without streetlights after sunset was not a real fun ride. The last one was on Bussi from the boat to the center with suitcases rain and muddy road with potholes, the car that ...
... and with similar choices. Steamed mashed banana-deep yellow, glued cassava roots–off white, potatoes red, yellow or white, rice almost white, beans brown or black, water spinach green and watery. The chicken or meat that sometimes were added in a red mud colored heavy sauce was always tough to chew. I gave up after one trial, after all beans have enough proteins and are much easier on my jaws.
The two weeks in Uganda went so fast that I am amazed to read everything ...
... the span of about 30 feet. One bank was higher than the other. So the logs were not at all level. At first glance I thought to myself, "I'll bet we have to cross that." Lots of people were already gathered along the banks, but even more were coming. I had my swim trunks, flip-flops (borrowed from the hotel), and a change of shirt tucked under my arm. Thinking we would have to cross them anyway, I decided it was time to get familiar with the log bridge. So, I crossed it carefully. ...
... In fact one of them followed me to the counter where I was to pay the $40 and told the teller something in Kirundi. He then looked at me “I told her you were my uncle, and to hurry up.” I didn’t see much family resemblance between us, but I thanked my new nephew and moved into the luggage carousel area, thinking on the brevity of life. Only yesterday I would have been his brother, now I’ve moved into the uncle category. Ah well, at least ...