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About half an hours walk north of our house in Kigali lies an entire world of back roads and small villages that mostly function without much connection to the hustle and bustle of big, bad Kigali. Sometimes, it’s even pretty out there, especially around sunset. It’s the end of the small rainy season, and the…
I agreed to help ISK (the International School of Kigali) with this year’s school photos — in part as a nice gesture, in part because I thought it would be good practice to run through a couple of hundred portraits in a day. It was a mixed blessing… Lots of great kids that were fun…
Dr. Stuart Chritton from Harvard is one of the wonderful physicians working with the Human Resources for Health (HRH) program here in Rwanda. He is an anesthesiologist (of which there are only 10 in all of Rwanda), but more importantly, perhaps, he is also a completely amazing teacher. I’d been hired to get some pictures…
I think I’m done trying to be friends with Rwanda. We’re clearly not meant for each other — every time I ask her out, she kicks me in the balls and laughs at me as a I collapse in a heap, then she steals my wallet and runs off to get high with the few friends she’s got left. I’m just too old…
Our 2nd day in Uganda was spent noodlin’ around in Queen Elizabeth National Park. Since it would have cost us $150 to bring our own car into the park and endless grief if the lame ol’ clunker broke down in the middle of nowhere, we opted to splurge and pay $250 to have a driver…
There is a hot water bottle lovingly nestled in my bed. No, seriously, it’s tucked in between the comfy, clean sheets, wrapped in its own fleecy hot water bottle cozy looking a bit like a softer, gentler Cookie Monster huggie toy. It’s uncanny. I encountered the nugget of toasty pleasure after taking a nice, long…
Actually, I confess, we drove out of our way to see this little nugget of a roadside attraction. Just north of Queen Elizabeth National Park in Western Uganda, about 70kms from the D.R. Congo border, we crossed back into the northern hemisphere for a few minutes, then hopped back to the south. There was nowhere…
If she’s not riding she’s not really living. Perhaps her single biggest gripe with this whole Rwanda adventure, Lea has been away from the people and creatures that matter most to her: Mrs. Prince and the dozen or so horses at Prince & Pauper farm in Norwich, and Wendy & Bonnie at Seventh Heaven Farm…
