I’m at Shokola with Karyn and it's raining. The whole restaurant is outside, and although we're sitting under canvas, it's freezing cold. I’m wearing two long sleeved shirts over my vest top and I have wrapped my pashmina over my feet to stay off
frostbite. It's cold. And while it never drops much below 17 degrees in Kigali, it feels like it's -40. It's cold in Africa.
In case you're interested, I had beef tagine with chapattis for lunch. The plan is to work my way down the menu, until I get to the tripe dish, at which point I abandon ship and find another restaurant. Or start again from the top.
In the evening we went to Heaven to watch a film. If I’m honest, the film wasn't that good, but, being set in England, it reminded me of all the things I’m missing out on back home: William Hills, Scotch before lunch and chavs. Oh how I long for you sweet England!
(Photos: Karyn Makins)
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