So yesterday evening it rained. I got a bike to the language centre for my induction, but the guy took me to the wrong place. Then when I finally got there, I slipped over, made worse by the fact that I was wearing a dress. So I showed up at this prestigious school late, soaking wet and covered in mud. A good first impression I’m sure.
This morning I stayed at home and chilled out for a bit. Then in the afternoon I went and helped out at Ubuzuima. We're still making beads for jewellery. Then I went into town for a Kinyarwanda lesson at Bourbon Cafe. Coffee shops in the UK are rubbish compared to the ones here. Costa, Starbucks, Nero's – they're all the same and really BORING. I think its good to have my Kinyarwanda lessons in public in order to minimise the chances of my getting violent and throwing my books at someone. Progress has been really slow. Then I did some food shopping before getting a lift home with Dora. It was chucking down with rain again, so when we got home I lent my umbrella to the the night guard so he wouldn't be cold and wet all night. Naturally, I legged it from the gate to the back door because I didn't want to get wet. But I slipped halfway down the hill and landed in the storm drain, with the base of my spine taking the impact. (Nice butt joke by the way Molly). So for the next half hour I laid on the floor in the lounge writing in agony. It's pretty sore and very bruised.
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