Our chalkboard at school after Kinyarwanda class. Kinyarwanda is a very difficult language but hardly any Rwandans will tell you that. And I thought Spanish was hard…
This is the bus stop that I go to every day from my home to school. There are about 9 different routes that come through this stop in Remera.
One of the buses you can find me on everyday. These big ones become standing room only where there is more (unintentional) grinding than a Valley High School Dance. Kiss FM is even on the radio!
One of the hardest things to explain is how the heck my phone and internet work. I guess the rest of the world uses airtime, but Americans don’t really get it (#metricsystem). Each card is a certain amount of money that I either load onto my phone or internet modem to get service.
Bowling in Kigali! I originally went with my family but then introduced the club to my friends. Always a fun time even when I am losing…no bumpers here.
We stopped at the equator on our way to Kampala, Uganda. Always reppin’ the Northern Hemisphere!
Have you ever licked the equator?
This is a (BAD) photo of Kampala, Uganda’s capital city. It is much bigger and more crowded than Kigali but had many similarities too.
A sign at a Ugandan bar/club that became more accurate as the night progressed and I watched Ugandans dance.
So, I am two months down. Do you have any questions you would like answered about my amazing experiences in Rwanda? Feel free to comment here or send me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org. Thank you all for your continued support!