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…
Category: The L’s In Rwanda
This is the ongoing tale of a family of four carrying out a six month stay in Rwanda. It involves some planning, some thinking, some compromising — and probably some trial and errors as well.Come along for the ride — from the comfort of your own home. Learn from our mistakes and take part in the fun.
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…
Club Circle Sportif, a run-down francophone country-club-in-the-city with a decent grassy field and one of the few remaining relics of a long gone colonial era, played host to a not-so-epic game between two thoroughly mismatched teams of middle and high schoolers (yep, that’s a bad sign right there – on the one hand, you had…
Just because I’m in that kind of mood (what mood is that, exactly? I haven’t a clue) and because I have absolutely nothing else on tap that’s even remotely worth posting: here’s what the private parts of a 29’er singlespeed bike look like after it’s been trashed across 30 miles of Rwandan singletrack and back…
When we last heard from the intrepid L clan they were in Nyungwe National Forest in Southwestern Rwanda. Here is the second part of their sordid tale, complete with car chases (not really), explosions (lame ones at best) and romantic dining in the dark (nope). Nyungwe National Forest is no day trip. You need somewhere…
