Conclusion

Well, I've been back in England for less than a week. Its cold, its damp, its busy... and I haven't stopped all week! On the other hand, I'm living near to my friends, I can phone people any time I like, and people understand what I am saying first time without me having to simplify my English or explain things another way. On Monday I was glad to be back in England, on Tuesday I would have given anything to get on a plane and go back to Rwanda, on Wednesday I definitely decided that I preferred Rwandan stresses to English stresses, on Thursday I spent more time thinking about Rwanda than England, and on Friday I had a hot bath instead of a cold shower which cheered me up for a while...and then I just got exhausted! Now I have the heating on, I've done a music workshop with some great children at Foston Primary School this afternoon, I've got three new flute pupils and an exciting job with the arts council in the pipeline and England is not seeming so bad! I also have a comfortable bed to get into any minute!! I also happen to know that Pam is staying in the guest house in Kigali tonight with the cockroaches, mosquitoes and nets that don't stretch over the bed, so I'm counting my blessings!

Rwanda is a very special place, and there are some very special people living out there who I miss greatly when I'm here. It has its stresses, but they are very different to the stresses here - a welcome difference. I really enjoyed my month out there - playing with the children, recording and collecting music to teach to people in England, swimming in the lake, photographing birds of prey, relaxing in the heat, making a difference to Pam and her workload (if only for a month), seeing some of the most beautiful scenery I have seen all year... the list continues. But now I am lucky to be able to convey all the wonderful things about the country to the people here - my job allows me to share my experiences with others...in a music way or an informative way. Of course, there are issues that I cannot and would not want to share with the public - Rwanda has a history which clearly still affects the minds of its people. But every culture has its negative aspects - and England cannot even blame its negatives on a genocide! To travel into another culture, particularly one as different as Africa, always causes you to re-evaluate of your own culture as well as the alien one and I highly recommend it...even if it does lead to mild confusion.

I shouldn't have called this entry "Conclusion" because I've gone into degree essay mode!! Sorry, before I get too deep and philosophical I think I'd better go to bed! Right now the moon is out in Rwanda and its the same one I can see from my little house in York. If only I were the moon I'd be able to keep an eye on what was going on wherever I shone on people.

...Yep, I definitely need to go to bed. I guess I'll sign off until next time I go to Africa. Thank you for reading, you've been a wonderful audience :-)

I'm home!!

What a journey! I finally made it to Manchester, only to wait about 45mins for my case to plop onto the conveyor belt. By this time I had decided it had probably got left in Nairobi after the handwritten label had smudged or fallen off after leaving Rwanda! Actually I think I was at Dubai airport so much earlier than any other passenger that my case was the first onto the plane and therefore the last off! Well, the journey actually wasn't quite as much of a nightmare as I thought it would be, and although the floor in Dubai airport is by no means comfortable, it is more comfortable than the strange reclining seats they have...and the free Emirates breakfast I got at 6am was definitely worth the enquiries I made to get it!

This is not a long entry because I am off to bed ready to face the busy week ahead, but I thought I'd let you all know that I made it home safely. I've also had a lovely bath (thought the water was a pretty disgusting colour by the end of it!) and my first jacket potato in a month! The exhaustion is now catching up with me and I will be soo glad to be in my own bed with its gorgeously comfortable mattress, my fluffy clean pillows and no mosquito net draping itself over my head...

The final countdown...

Time crept up on me, and suddenly I found I only had three sets of contact lenses left... only three malaria pills, only three pairs of clean pants...and still so much to do!! The last few days have been pretty busy - hence the lack of update. There were so many people who wanted to say goodbye that it was a miracle we ever got in the car and made it to Kigali on Friday. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Thursday night...as far as Thursday night goes, I can only assume that the string of occurrences were there to help me with the parting process and make me a little happier about going home. What an evening! For further details send me an email and I'll send you the uncensored version of this blog entry!!

In the afternoon we went with Pam's business partner to see the island that he has bought. He will be setting up as a camp-site / hotel place on the island eventually as well as having a bar and grill on the mainland. I have concerns that it is going to be very difficult to encourage tourists to go such a long way off the beaten track. There are lots of lovely hotels in Ruhengeri which is easily accessible from Kigali and they never seem to have many people staying there. Anyway, what was very exciting about this lakeside place was the incredible birds of prey swooping around - I have some great pictures of eagles - which I can't share with you now because I'm in Dubai airport but eventually I will! (and here they are now)



So after we got back from the lake...much later than we expected, we went to see Francis who had returned from Uganda. He had sent a text saying that something was "haunting him" which worried me, because I thought something had gone wrong with his eye. However, it turned out that he had been to see the consultant that day and everything was improving, which I was very happy about. What was "haunting" him was the cost of the consultations every month! I told him that Sabine (the VSO worker who is in Rwanda until November) had talked to Doctor John and that he had said that all the follow-up consultations would be included in the 1000pounds that we paid in the first place, but it seems that Francis has been paying every time. So I rang the doctor there and then and he confirmed that yes Francis needed to come every month and if he couldn't afford it he could come for free - and he had told Francis this but I don't think he was strong enough to stand up to the people thrusting bills at him! I explained that we just couldn't afford to keep paying for consultations if we had any hope of raising the next 1000 for the other eye next year!

Then the conversation moved on to the visit I should have paid to Uganda...apparently when Francis first came to see me I had said that it would be great to meet with his family. Now I cannot remember specifically saying that, but if I did, there was no way I realised they were in Uganda as opposed to Rwanda. So, when I got a text message from him last week saying "I will see you in Uganda on Saturday, we will meet with my family, stay the night and then go to the National Park" I had to reply to say that unfortunately I was busy and the visa cost $50 which for Pam and I plus petrol to get there was just too much. We had discussed going to Uganda to see the child with cross-eyes that Pam wants to help but decided that we didn't have the time or the money. Well, apparently I offended him and his family...he said that in Rwanda if someone is coming to visit the family prepare, they fix up the house, he had invited the pastor, everyone was expecting me... I felt terrible!! But he didn't tell me he was organising any of this and I just had no idea he was expecting me to go to Uganda! I apologised profusely and he did eventually say that he understood the situation...and he said it was alright he had put me on speaker phone when I phoned him to explain the situation and his entire family was listening to me try to wriggle out of the engagement!!!!!!!!!!! No wonder the line was so bad, I spent most of the conversation asking him to repeat himself!!

Thankfully Friday was lovely - the children sang "Bye bye Emma, we're gonna miss you" a song specially composed for people leaving! I gave them all sweets and took lots of pictures. Sabine also came to say goodbye...Then Francis came to say goodbye again (he had actually planned that we might spend the whole day together but I had wriggled my way out of that too), then...well who else but Pastor Boris with a picture of his twins! I'm going to say no more.

So, by 12noon we did actually get in the car to head of to Kigali...only an hour later than we had planned. My case had suddenly filled itself up as all the teachers and childcarers decided to give me gifts to bring back for Anna, Margaret and Tracy - I really didn't think it would be as full as on the way, but it was in the end (though not quite as heavy - luckily gifts here don't weigh much!)

We met Hazel for a drink at Umabano in Kigali, and then checked in at the EER guest house and went for dinner at Hotel des Milles Collines. It was a nice end to the day (despite the slight smell of drains at Milles Collines, Pam!!)

Then we went back to the guest house, I got attacked by a cockroach the size of my fist, and put down my mosquito net to find it was full of holes and not big enough to stretch over the bed. This realisation was accompanied by a symphony of humming from above which lead me straight to my bottle of tea tree oil which I covered myself in! I got away with one bite in the night, which was a small miracle - tea tree obviously works!

Well, its time for bed, I need to go and find a nice comfortable bit of floor to spread myself on for the next six hours...then I shall get my free Emirates breakfast at 6am (which will feel like 3am as I'm not three hours behind!) Can't wait to get to Manchester airport tomorrow!!

Sonrise revisted

On Saturday it was the visitor day at Sonrise Boarding School where I spent a lot of time in 2007 as Pam was still chief matron there. I was very excited to see some of the children - there were a couple specially who I remembered very well. Immaculate, in this picture with me made Tracy and I laugh such a lot when we were trying to teach her PE. She was actually quite a naughty girl...and there was no way she was going to exert herself in any way for a PE lesson! She also used to tell us she was 30, and white! At the same time as having this wicked personality she was also quite shy and awkward, but two years down the line, she has really matured and she even tells me she is behaving herself! She was so happy to see me...and she couldn't have been more surprised! The other little girl...who is not so little any more who was happy to see me was Jennifer. She was only in P1 in 2007 and didn't speak brilliant English, but I was able to explain to her that she had the same name as my sister, and Jennie in England wrote her a letter with a photo, and little Jennifer wrote back. She is now in P3 and introduced me to her Mum who had come to visit that day. I remember how she cried when I left - it was lovely to see her again.

Below is a picture of Flora (chief matron at the High School now...when we were there she was in Primary) and Pam. One day we are all hoping that they will work together again...if only Flora can be persuaded to give up working as a school matron, and come and look after younger children...she says when Pam has boarding children she'll consider it. She would just be such an amazing and trustworthy addition to the staff team here.

Gisenyi

We have managed to spend every weekend while I've been here in Gisenyi, by the lake. Had another lovely weekend sitting on the beach in the blazing heat... and sitting at the Presbyterian Guest House in the blazing heat waiting for someone to come and jump-start the car. Yes, it is actually impossible to go anywhere without at least one small catastrophe occuring with the car! This time we had apparently left a very small light on inside the car...and when I went to the receptionist at the Guest House to ask for his help pushing the car, he was able to tell me in French that yes he had seen the light on all night. (Thanks for coming to tell us, mate!) So after three or four running start attempts, we gave up and waited for a mechanic...who was on another job. Then eventually another "mechanic" came to help instead...he turned out to be a bus driver who had removed his bus battery and with the leads (well wires really) that we had in the car, he managed to get us on the road again...and we finally made it down to the beach. It occurred that we are "Wanted" in Gisenyi by quite a few people...and we almost considered fake moustaches in order to move about. There are the motorcycle drivers who weren't happy with the amount of money we gave them, the Batwa (although I don't think they'd be moving round the town) and the big group of UN Indians who insisted on taking their pictures with us last week, and then going swimming with us, trying to help teach Justus (senior) to swim and offering to feed us...and generally not leaving us alone! We were worried about going back to the Serena Hotel where we could sit on the beach, in case they were there again, and at one point a group did turn up but thankfully weren't the same group; we remained relatively undisturbed!

This picture is tea growing - it is one of Rwanda's biggest exports I believe, along with coffee. There are many tea fields around, and we even went past Pfunda Tea Plantation when we did our epic motorbike ride into the hills last week. Of course, the roads are lined with people carrying things on their heads...I still reckon that this is the way forward - we'd all have much better postures and less back problems if we carried things like this in the West. Well, I'm waiting for my ten hand-made shirts to arrive, to be brought back to England for my African workshops. If anyone wants to book me into their school/other institution I'm going to be teaching drumming, songs and dance in real African clothing (if the shirts turn out how I'm hoping!)

King of the Guinea Pigs

Kashia (the little white girl whose Mother is a gorilla vet) said to me the other day, "All the children say you are the King of the Guinea Pigs!" I said, "Do they? Why is that then?" She looked thoughtful for a minute and then said, "Because your hair is like a guinea pig's." I wasn't sure whether to be flattered or not!! However, I do know for a fact that the Rwandan children haven't got a clue what a guinea pig is. They have never even seen one! Kashia has six guinea pigs, as well as a whole menagerie of other animals, two lovely dogs and a toad she rescued from the playground here because other children were throwing stones at it! They also have a tortoise that lives in the foundations of Pam's unbuilt house...and Kashia often has to stop the children from throwing stones at that too!

The picture above is of two little girls I was playing with this morning...I was fed up of sitting in the office, because there is suddenly a lot of work to do...so I went outside into the sun. On the right is Amille - one of the orphans. She attached herself to me quite soon after I arrived which was quite cute, but she can also be quite possessive...especially of my hair! She is also one of the naughtier children, but given her background I think you have to make some allowances. I'm sad that I can't speak to her more - she doesn't speak much English yet. The girl on the left is Jennifer Claire (even spelt the same way as my sister!) So this one is for you Jen! This is the King of the Guinea Pigs signing off...

The pastor returns!!!

Argh! Pastor Boris just paid me another visit! I have to say this time though, that I got off lightly...he only stayed about 40mins! Well, I have sort of got to the bottom of all his visits...to be honest I don't think they were purely to check up on my health! It just so happens that he has twin daughters who are just about to take their National Exams and if they pass he needs to find someone to fund further education for them...so he was asking me if I knew anyone who might like to sponsor them through education. I explained that I wasn't in a position to now because any spare money I have come to Tubakunde (not that there'll be any of that now I've spent it all on my flight!) but I did promise him that I'd ask around! So this is it folks...if anyone feels like sponsoring two Rwandan children through further education...its about £45 a term I think (so three times a year) just let me know and I'll pass on your details to Pastor Boris. If, on the other hand, you feel your money could be better spent sponsoring Tubakunde which will be in need of running costs as soon as January comes round then again let me know!!

At the end of the conversation Pastor Boris dived into a prayer in French...and the only way I knew was that he shut his eyes! Then I walked him to the gate and he muttered something about if he was my boyfriend (I don't know what it was...but it was in relation to the fact that I told him Tracy's friend had just had a baby, and it also had something to do with my hair...) Perhaps that will be my last visit seeing as I'm only here for one more week!!

Primary 1 class

This picture shows you the P1 class that I was teaching yesterday. They wrote some letters to the children I teach in York...though their English is not brilliant so they needed quite a lot of help. They were quite excited about it all though so where their English was lacking, they made up for it with enthusiasm! They also very much enjoyed having their individual pictures taken so that I can take them home to Headlands School.

This poster made me laugh - amongst the days of the week, the numbers, the items of clothing...was Killer Diseases! Obviously learning the English for these killer diseases is most necessary...

In fact I've just noticed the poster next to it...another one you'd be unlikely to see in England!!

Car theft

I forgot to tell you...while we were in Gisenyi last weekend I managed to lock the car keys inside the car...in the ignition! You can't even lock the drivers side door from the outside, so locking all the doors is a huge palaver including clambouring around inside...so to manage to do it at all was quite a feat! Anyway, I did manage it. So, we went into the restaurant where we were supposed to be eating lunch and asked if anyone knew how to break into a car and thankfully one of Pam's friend's Rwandan husband did indeed know how to do it.

And now so do I!! It was surprisingly easy with the right length and thickness of metal wire, the right angle and somone to prize the door open far enough to get the rod in. I'm seriously considering a change of career!

Teaching!

Just a quick line to say that I am sitting in the office drinking porridge (not made with oats...its milk and some derivative of maize I think but its very delicious!) and in a minute I will be teaching an English lesson to the older children. We will be writing letters in response to the ones written by the children in my after school club at Headlands in York. In fact, time is ticking, I must go and get ready...if only this porridge would cool down quicker!

More pictures!

OK - today has been a day of picture updates...so look back to the other posts as well and you'll find all sorts! I'm responding to demands for photos!! This first picture is all the children sitting outside on a mat for a goodbye little party for one of the teachers - they all got a 'bon-bon' AND cake - it was a very exciting day!!


















This second picture is a traditional dance that they put on at Hotel Paradis in Gisenyi because they had special visitors... and we gatecrashed. It was brilliant - and even more organised and professional than the Twa dancing the following day... and we didn't have to pay for it! And they had a drum!!



This last picture is an incredibly exciting bird we saw yesterday! Its called a palm nut vulture, but actually doesn't belong to the vulture family - it is actually an eagle and can also be called a South African fish eagle I think. It was massive and we saw it fly past over the lake and swoop down and catch a fish. Apparently they are pretty rare in Rwanda, though you can also see them in other parts of Africa. In fact if you look them up online there's not much information about them...I think birds in Africa need more researching!!

The snake in the waterbutt!!

The children, lead by Kashia, (the resident little white girl from Tanzania, whose mother is a vet for the gorillas...what a job hey?!) decided that there was a snake in this waterbutt!! I don't think there was anything remotely snake-like in there, but they spent hours looking at it... "touching" it, and being "bitten" by it! There are four of these big waterbutts at the four corners of the building to catch rain water from the gutter which can then be used for washing clothes and the car etc. But these kids have brilliant imaginations - the games they play are just gorgeous to watch!

The Batwa

Yesterday was absolutely fantastic! For those of you who know your Rwandan history, you'll remember that there were not only the Tutsis and Hutus in the days of the genocide, but there is another tribe called the Batwa, or Twa. They are also known here as the pygmies...which seems a bit unfair since the ones we met didn't really seem that much smaller than average - and were still all taller than Pam! Pam's friend Justus (not the young one from the school, a different one!), had arranged for us to go out to the middle of nowhere about an hour from Gisenyi to meet with some Twa people, as he had told us their music was very special. However, the main problem was that the road was so bad that we would have to go on motorbikes! Now, for me this wasn't a problem at all - in fact I loved every minute of it - but Pam was absolutely terrified! She's only been on a moto once...and hugged the driver whilst screaming for him to go slowly all the way!! She was determined to come though, and as I had said to her, you can't be nervous for all that time, and she was surprised how easily she took to it - she even let go of the driver eventually!!

There were some incredible views on the way up to where these Batwa lived - I will try to put some pictures on when we get back to Ruhengeri, but we are still away at the moment. Also the pictures were taken off the back of my bike so they need sorting!! A moto is definitely the way to see this beautiful country... though I recommend sunglasses to stop the grit getting in your eyes (this morning I pulled a huge lump of grit out of one eye...it must have been there all night!) When we finally reached the place, we had a little walk and suddenly tucked in the hills we could see about six shiny metal roofs and we came to where a group of Twa were standing waiting for us. Then came the not so fun part of the day...after we had greeted them, they said that they would show us traditional music, dance and drama...but that we needed to pay them 50,000 Rwandan Franks (£50!!!) We had brought a small donation from each of us, but Justus said last time he came they had been given 15,000 FRw and were happy...this time it seemed they were going reluctant to perform anything for less than 50,000 FRw! After much discussion (see picture of not happy faces!!), which of course it was difficult for us to take part in, they agreed that we could give them the 10,000 we had on us, and transfer more to their bank account later. We agreed to put another 15,000 into their account...however, we have now discovered that to pay money into their account we'd have to go to the special bank in their village and since this is an hour away on a moto it's unlikely to happen!



So they finally agreed to do some singing and dancing and it was done with the usual energy and vibrance...but I have to say that I was surprised that it wasn't anything different to what everybody in Rwanda does...and they did two songs and then said they had finished!! Now, I don't know if they were cross with us for not giving them more money, or if they just didn't have the right people there (one of their arguments for getting 50,000 was that there were a lot of them, and I had asked if maybe a small number could perform for us, and Justus thinks that the musicians may not have come up from wherever else they live!) However, I asked if they could do one more, and Pam asked if they could do some drummng (which we had also been promised) but they said they had no drums, Pam then said couldn't they use a jerrican which is what we have seen before. So, they did do another couple of songs, and they seemed to dance with renewed vigour and enthusiasm after I joined in! There was a big crowd of people around us the whole time, and some of them were singing and about four of them were dancing at a time, as with the crowd round the space was limited, so really there wasn't 50,000 worth of people involved. It was brilliant to meet them and hear the songs, but I was a bit saddened by the fact that they were trying to turn themselves into a business...but hadn't thought through the fact that if they were asking so much money they would need to have prepared something with a bit more variety and made a bit more space because really it was just half an hours sing-song which would have been very enjoyable had it not been tainted by the money awkwardness.

Then, we set off back on the motos - we couldn't stay too long because it was going to get dark. We took a more direct but extremely bumpy route down which was taxing on the knees as it was hard not to slide forward into the driver! My bike also got a puncture half way down, so we had to stop at a local village where someone with a puncture repair kit pulled out the inner tube and fixed it just like a bicycle! Again on the way down the views were amazing, even when it was dark there were lit up villages down near the lake. Almost a perfect end to the day...apart from I arrived back before the others (my driver suddenly set off with an extreme burst of speed after his puncture was fixed) and when we got back, he refused to take any money from me, but wouldn't explain why. He said he was waiting to talk to my friend because his English wasn't good enough. So I stood there for about 15mins, and instead of going and sitting in the car, I had to wait for the others to come. When they finally arrived poor old Justus entered into another long debate about money. The drivers were saying that they hadn't realised how far it was when they agreed to do it for 5,000 FRw and that the wanted 7,000 or more even!! Justus had explained to them that it was a long way and they'd have to wait and bring us back, and last time he went up there it had cost him 4,000 FRw so we'd already added some for the increase in cost of petrol...and I'd already offered my man 6,000 which he wouldn't take. We LITERALLY didn't have any more money on us - in the end we said we'd give them everything we had which was about 6,000 each and a little more...and it was just getting silly. I offered my driver the money, said thank you very much in Kinyarwanda and walked off...I was tired and fed up with money debates by then. When we got back to the car, the guard who was outside guarding a restaurant who we'd asked to keep an eye on the car then also wanted some money. Luckily I'd kept a little back when we gave "everything" to the drivers...but not having any change he ended up getting 1,000 FRw - way over the odds. So one person was very happy that day! He was still beaming when we passed him again in the evening and greeted us all!

Angel

I just want to tell you a little bit about Angel (she's the one on the left of this picture). For those of you who don't know, she had a sad start to her life. Her mother asked a lady on the bus to look after Angel, while she went to the toilet, then she got off the bus, and never came back. The woman left holding Angel, took her to the chief of the village as she already had several children of her own to look after, but the village chief said, "You must look after her, she's yours now." As a result the woman took Angel home, but was unable to afford to feed her properly. By the time she was able to approach Tubakunde for help Angel was seriously underweight and needed to be put on a feeding programme at the local hospital, and to be treated for diseases. Now, however, she is a gorgeous healthy little girl (who is always the first one to finish her food!) Last night, her young carer was late collecting Angel, and everyone had gone home including the child-carers so I was left looking after her. It was lovely to spend some quality time with her. And she is such a determined learner - we had this pop-up dinosaur game and you had to turn or push each of the buttons in a slightly different way to get the four dinosaurs to pop up. She mastered two of them straight away but had more trouble with the other two - but there was no way she was going to give up. I showed her how to do it, but she still couldn't do it until she had tried and tried and worked it out for herself. I was amazed how long she was occupied doing it. Then we played dangling upside down games...after a little trip to the toilet which wasn't quite in time :-) Finally a little girl came to pick her up...I think she was beginning to think she was going to be spending the night with me...I know I was! Could have been tricky when we couldn't speak a word to each other! Since I wrote the above, Angel has started greeting me in the morning - she seems to have got used to me now!

Oh Lord won't you buy me...

...a Mercedes Benz? Not one like Pam’s...you’d be better off with a horse and cart! On Tuesday I was finally feeling better (apart from the cough) and we had to go to Kigali to get the car fixed so we decided it was about time I did some driving. So, (remembering that they drive on the right hand side of the road over here) I had been driving for about 15mins and was just getting used to taking my right hand off the steering wheel to change gear when Pam decided it was a good idea to throw her phone at me as it was ringing and she thought it might be for me...with one hand on the phone, and one hand on the steering wheel I was incapable of dealing with the sensory overload...and I drove a bit too fast into a rather large pothole that had loomed without warning! The Ruhengeri to Kigali road has got much worse since we were here before and there are now some killer potholes which are extremely difficult to get around or through with a low-down Mercedes. Well, there was a big crash as we hit it...but it seemed that I’d got away with it. However, a few minutes down the road, I said to Pam that the car didn’t feel right and that I thought we had a puncture. She got out and looked, and said no everything was fine. So we carried on...and ten seconds later the front of the car collapsed over the right wheel with an almighty crunch. Immediately people came to help, and someone jacked the car up and took the wheel off...exposing sheared off metal...something was no longer attached to the rest of the car...and it became clear that we weren’t going anywhere! Of course by this time there was a huge crowd of people come to watch, and we just had to phone Nathan and get him and his brother to come to us – thank goodness we were no further from Ruhengeri than 15mins! We stood and waited for what seemed like hours, we were even joined by an entire school load of children who came running across the fields in their school break! They soon ran back again when the man who had taken the wheel off waved a long stick at them menacingly! We’d given him some money and he had decided he was going to stay and protect us, even though he didn’t speak a word of English. Actually there were quite a number of people who stopped to help – people who knew Pam, or one group with a blue truck who offered to put the car on the back of the truck...heaven knows how they would have managed that given the back of the truck wasn’t even as long as the car! So we were quite well looked after. Eventually Nathan arrived and sent us back to town with Eben, his brother. He had brought a mechanic with him who took one look and then came back with us to fetch a soldering iron while Nathan stayed with the car. Nathan ended up staying with the car on the road until 6pm that evening when it was finally fixed and could be driven back to Ruhengeri! I felt pretty guilty about the whole thing, but at least it only cost £20 to fix plus £10 for the Eben who drove backwards and forwards all day.

So, yesterday we set off to Kigali again, and actually made it this time. The car needed a metal plate attached to the bottom of it to cover the oil tank – about a month ago the oil leaked out because the bottom of the car hit the ground. So we picked up a very smelly mechanic and took him to his workshop where he showed us this rusty old piece of metal that he wanted to charge us £100 for! We got him down to £56, and took him and his lump of metal to a road where everyone seemed to be selling car parts. The car was driven up onto two very precarious ramps – one for each wheel – and wedged up there with stones as the hand-break is broken. We’d been told it was a 15min job...that would be 15 African minutes...we stood in the searing heat for nearly an hour! We had to stay with the car, to make sure that no other parts were taken out of the engine so we stood outside in the heat of the day and watched them bash this metal into shape to make it fit under the car. We had an interesting conversation with a local lady while we were waiting – she said we were the wrong colour to be standing in the sun...she herself was a Muslim and it is Ramadan at the moment, so she was standing in the sun, with her head covered with a black wrap, not having eaten or drunk anything all day...I’m amazed they can cope without water in that heat – it really is so much hotter in Kigali. Well, the metal plate hasn’t fallen off yet, which is just as well as we didn’t get back til 10.50pm last night after we had achieved all our errands. Going to Kigali is always an adventure!!

I’m just sitting in Pam’s office typing this and talking to Nathan, and about ten of the children have come in to say hello, and pick up books and move things round the office and bang on the drum in the corner! Nathan has gone to play football with them, and I’ve shooed the last few out!! There is one little orphan called Amille and she attached herself to me on the first day. She is quite a cute girl...but she also has a rather naughty side...and she doesn’t do what she is told very often! She doesn’t talk to me much (I’m not sure how good her English is), but she definitely likes hugs. I told her, and Kashia (a little white girl from Tanzania) the story of Jack and the beanstalk yesterday, because they had picked up some “magic beans” off the floor. I was just trying to remember what happened at the end...when thankfully the bell went and they ran off for snacks!

Now I must go and email Emirates...I still haven’t sorted out my return flight and went to three different places to see if they could change it for me yesterday, but there is no representative for Emirates here and Rwandair wouldn’t sort it for me. It seems I will have to get up at 3am, spend all day sitting in Nairobi airport, travel for five hours and then spend all night sitting in Dubai airport...arriving home at 13.00 the following day...what a nightmare!

Goat flu!

I’m pleased to report that I am still alive... though it has been touch and go for the last few days!! I had a temperature of 38.6 which didn’t want to respond to paracetamol at one point and I feared the worst, but thankfully ibuprofen eventually got it under control! I have had a fever for the best part of three days this week, as well as a horrendous cough for five days now...and a growing fear that I was going to be responsible for introducing swine flu to the whole of Africa...however, I have met two other Muzungus this weekend who have also suffered with a similar illness (and they had it before I even arrived in the country) so I have decided that perhaps it is just goat flu after all. Apart from rough nights sleeping now because of the cough, I no longer have the raging temperature so am actually feeling a whole lot better. And Pastor Boris gave me some umuharavumba leaf to mash up and drink, or to chew on and spit out, which is supposed to cure me of the cough...so we’ll see how successful that is! It tastes very bitter on its own and tingles on your tongue, but its not so bad in a tea!

So, Pastor Boris...the story continues...literally! This morning he gave me three pieces of card. Two of them are the bible passages that apparently he was referring to last time I saw him...with questions for me to contemplate...and the third is apparently biblical references to tell me how to find a husband!! If only I could read them...his writing is almost as difficult to understand as his speech. What is perhaps more worrying however, is that he has adopted me as his daughter for some reason! He gave me the umuharavumba leaves “From a father to a daughter. You are my daughter now...” I hope my face didn’t give away my internal panic that this might mean I have to spend any more time with him!! I’m terrified that he is going to quiz me on the little cards he gave me this morning...I’d better do some research in case!

So I went to an extremely lively English service at 7.30 this morning...an unearthly hour to be out of bed at the best of times, even more unearthly when you have been awake most of the night, and even more unearthly when people are leaping around praising God in an incredibly energetic fashion when all you can think about is crawling back into bed and not moving for the rest of the day! Still, I got to meet my old friend the Bishop after the service, which is always entertaining. I didn’t head butt him this time, but I did have an unfortunate coughing fit whilst I tried to talk to him, and he ended up saying “What is Pam feeding you on?!” I remember from last time that he always blamed Pam when I was ill! He then threatened to lay hands on me...I did point out this would be extremely unwise unless he wanted to catch something. Luckily he had moved on to talk to someone else by that point and so didn’t interpret my comment as flippant!

Yesterday we went to Gisenyi (Lake Kivu) and Pam convinced me that a little swim in the lake might be therapeutic and actually I haven’t had a temperature since! We went with Sabine who is a German volunteer who has been living in Rwanda this year, and a New Zealand family who were visiting from Kigali with one lovely son and one thoroughly obnoxious son, who got whatever he wanted as long as he complained and begged loud enough for long enough. And he is nearly twelve! We were all rather hoping the kayak he insisted on hiring would capsize, or drift over the border into Congo territory but instead he came back intact having upset his little brother AND the Rwandan man who had gone out in the kayak with them to keep the peace. Thankfully I was not feeling well enough to get involved in kayaking...had a I been my usual fit self I feel sure that the older son would have talked me into going out with them, but I felt I was doing well to be on the beach at all.

Well, I must go to sleep. I am going to have stomach muscles like the incredible hulk once I’ve got rid of this cough...I shall be the envy of the pool at the Next Generation when I return to York...if the weather is still hot enough to be prancing around in a bikini!

Beginning to find my Rwandan feet!

Yesterday I met up with lots of people who I have been so looking forward to seeing…and a couple who I haven’t been quite so looking forward to seeing! The first came to visit late morning (that should give you the context that I was already a little hungry). In this country if someone comes to see you, you drop everything and you sit and talk to that person, regardless of whether you have anything to say! I discovered yesterday that one of the children at Sonrise googled her name and found my blog and read what I had written about her so I am going to change names a little bit, just to be on the safe side!

So, Pastor Boris turned up, and was let in, hobbled down the drive on his gammy leg and then sat himself down comfortably in the office to talk to me. Pam continued with her work and left me to it. In principle I have nothing against the man…I believe he is very intelligent and has some very interesting things to say…unfortunately his English seems to contain random French words and when you add to this his speech impediment I can honestly say that I understand no more than 20% of his words!! Tracy and I had one notorious journey back from Kigali in the car with him once…and he talked non-stop…I was relieved slightly more in Tracy’s direction than mine (I think because she was the history teacher…or perhaps because she did a better job of understanding him than I did!) Well, this time I had no Tracy, and Pam was firmly embedded in her computer not making eye contact…so I had to pretend to understand him for over an hour!!! I was exhausted with the effort of trying to work out the meaning from the odd words that he was saying, and being on the ball enough to work out when I should be laughing, saying yes or no…or answering a question (the heart-stopping moments in the conversation!) At one point he was definitely talking about John Milton and Macbeth and then we moved on to Christ, Mary and flagellation. All I could keep thinking was “please let Fred arrive soon” (he was due to visit at any time…but unfortunately arrived not quite as early as I hoping!)

Well, eventually he did arrive, and Pastor Boris made a move for the door…what I hadn’t realised was that he was just going to the toilet and when he returned he told Pam that he hadn’t finished with me yet! By this time I was embroiled in some serious praying with Fred who recently had his eye operation and was thanking me and all the people who donated money for his cornea, and God of course. Pam interrupted to tell me that Pastor Boris hadn’t finished, so I went out only to glean that in fact he had been in the middle of a three part sermon, and I had had part one, part two a, b and c but that there was still part three to go! I apologised profusely and explained that Fred was now here…and so he said something along the lines of, “OK, I’ll come again or you can come to my house and I will finish the sermon…” I muttered something along the lines of, “OK…I’ll see how my time goes…” and escaped back to Fred…who was just settling down to telling me the long and involved story of his trip to the hospital. Actually I did want to hear this…it seems that he was incredibly lucky to get the operation at all. There were 50 people wanting corneal transplants and only 20 corneas. After being ignored for some time he eventually got a friend at the hospital to talk to the specialist and to tell him that he was a teacher and the education of the children in Rwanda depended on his being able to see. This seemed to do the trick and he was put on the list. Then there wasn’t a bed, but they cobbled one together and to cut a long story short he was operated on the following day. I’ll spare you the gruesome details of injections in the eye and the even more gruesome details two days later when the cornea had not attached itself properly and he ended up back on the operating table with no form of anaesthetic local or otherwise! Anyway, his sight is improving all the time and whilst the eye still looks cloudy and he must wear dark glasses, he is now able to take the glasses off with no pain from the light, and was able to see the photo I showed him of Tracy’s wedding…which he now keeps in his shirt pocket to the envy of everyone else who has asked me if they can keep it! (Tracy, you are like a miniature married celebrity out here!)

Half way through Fred’s story, it had got to 1.30pm and I just couldn’t wait any longer…we were sitting talking by a table which had, concealed in three containers, our lunch. Finally a suitable time presented itself and before part two of the operation I managed to dive into the containers and serve us lunch…remembering just in time not to start gobbling it down before we had prayed over the food!! I finished my plate of food long before the story had finished! Then Pam said she’d take Fred back to the school where he teaches…and he then declared he had not had enough time with me! I did enjoy talking to him…but I should add at this point that I have picked up a chesty cough thing, probably on the plane and so spent most of yesterday dosed up to keep my temperature down, so the extreme concentration with the pastor and then the lateness of lunch and the length of the hospital story, coupled with being passed over to Fred’s wife as he spoke to her on the phone (who told me I had to go to Uganda so she could thank me personally!) lead to a definite need for time out by this point!! So, we did take him back to the school on the proviso that he gets to see me again before I go! I kept telling him it was money from very generous donors in the UK, not money from me but it didn’t seem to make any difference to his gratefulness which was very touching.

We also saw the matron from the primary school, and some of the children all of whom I was very happy to see again! The evening was spent recovering from the day…and last night I sweated out my fever, woke up in a pool of sweat, took more pills, went back to sleep and woke up feeling better. So hopefully that’s the end of that, I just need to get rid of the cough and make sure I don’t loose my voice like last time I was here!

If there are any Akimbo people reading, I had an extremely exciting meeting with a boy who has shown me four traditional Rwandan drumming rhythms and I have recorded them so that we can use them as the basis for something Rwandan-style. It was wonderful being talk djembe rhythms by an African – he was amazing! I am hoping that we will be able to get together again with a group of people to have a session…the problem is that drums are few and far between out here and they usually play on water containers or anything that is handy, so we shall see whether it ever happens.

I am now sitting here munching on a piece of sugar cane that I have been given...wondering if one is actually supposed to swallow it...or just chew the sweet sugary juice out. Its very pleasant...but I'm not sure I can swallow what is left...