Friday 22nd

I was late for cooking today for three reasons: 1) I went back to bed for a nap because I was tired, 2) the bread was full of ants and I had to shake them all out and check with Dora that their eggs wouldn't hatch inside me, and 3) I couldn't get a taxi bike. They kept just driving straight past me. When one finally stopped, he couldn't speak Kinyarwanda, only Swahili! After that, I decided to just keep walking as I was already a quarter way there.

Yvette gave me a pedicure after lunch, pink nails to match my pink T-shirt. Then I went to visit Alice, one of the Ubuzima widows, at her home. She lives in a village, situated on top of a mountain. Now I’m no topography expert, but I'd say this mountain was approximately twice the size of Everest. Sadly, I didn't have my camera with me, so you'll just have to take my word for it.


For those doubting Thomases among you, I drew a picture to help you understand where I was.

I couldn't appreciate it on the way up, but the views were stunning. She lives in a little mud house with her three kids (adopted), in this rural, rural village. Her house is surrounded by crops and trees – mangos, avocados, coffee, bananas, beans, pineapples and cassava, with goats and chickens running about all over the place. It's beautiful. We sat in her house in the pouring rain for hours, singing Kinyarwanda and Swahili worship songs. I was a little nervous about going, because Alice literally only knows seven words in English, 'how are you?', 'fine thanks' and 'no fear', but she had invited an English speaking friend to interpret for us, so it went really well.