Sunday, 3 April 2011

Wednesday 23rd

Rwanda must just be the most beautiful country in the world. I’m telling you, it's stunning.



Absolutely, one hundred percent-ly gorgeous. Enough to justify making up a word to express it. (In case you're wondering, percently isn't recognised by Spell Check, which is why I inserted a hyphen. It still doesn't recognise it, but I’ve taken the liberty to add it into the dictionary thus eliminating the angry red line highlighting its non compliance with standard English orthography). (And if orthography isn't the word I’m looking for here, I’m sure Suzanna will let me know asahumanleyp). So grammar aside, Rwanda is breathtaking. We were out in the country visiting the secondary school of one of our former street boys to celebrate his graduation.




It was a long journey so Jen hired a jeep for the day and we took supplies of chocolate chip muffins and baby bananas. There were ants crawling all over the bananas by the time we went to eat them, and when I get angry, I get British. “Get off!” I yelled in my best British accent. Mike and Karyn aren't going to let me forget it anytime soon.

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