This morning Mike and I went to visit one of the Ubuzima ladies at her home in Kiyovu. You'd be amazed at how much entertainment you can get from a bunch of small bananas.
In the afternoon I went to Ubuzima. We finished late and as a result it was really difficult to get home. It's hard to believe but Kigali has a rush hour just like any other city. If by city you mean small rural village in the south east of England. Anyway, between 5 and 7 pm the city is in chaos. There were no bikes down by the church so I decided to walk up to the bus stop and try and get one from there. The bikes hang around the bus stops like vultures, hoping that some of the weak ones won't be able to make it onto the buses in time. But today there were no bikes at the stop. So I kept walking. And walking. Three stops down I decided to give up on the bikes and try and get a bus, but they were all full! They were full I tell you! Weak from lack of nutrition, confused by the throngs of people and possibly suffering from sun-stroke, I did what any one in my position would have done; I gave up all hope, threw myself onto the ground and waited for the end to come.
Well, that's what I did in my heart. My body just kept walking. And boy oh boy does the journey seem much shorter when you're on a motorbike. I walked for over an hour until I reached Sonatubes. And I’m telling you, in that hour my world just about collapsed. I was so hungry and exhausted, there were no bikes and the buses were all full. You'd think I’d never done Year of Training. It's at times like this that your Hell-Week learnt resilience should kick in, but today it was nowhere to be found. I want my money back.
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