| Day 28 (Friday) Today was a typical work day. After breakfast I catch the bus to Kiramurutzi and then walk to the school. I talk to the Headteacher and then watch two lessons. I give feedback to the teachers and by then the school has closed for lunch. This is not like in England. Everyone goes home and the buildings are locked. Well, actually there are some of the smallest children, probably not even five years old wandering about the site. One of them is crying, but I am the only adult around and I do not know how to help. I feel awkward leaving but feel there is nothing I can do. The bus back to Kabarore is very cramped and stops every km or so to exchange passengers. Day 29 (Saturday) The weekend! We have planned a trip to lake Mahazi, which is about 50 km to the south of Kabarore. We took an express bus because you actually get a seat to yourself and it dropped us off outside the Jambo Beach Restaurant. The restaurant is set right by the lake and you can sit and watch life on the water, whilst having a cold drink. A pied kingfisher was fishing nearby and soon after we arrived a small group of otters swam by. By lunchtime a large group of volunteers had assembled and we mulled over our choices from the most extensive menu we had seen since arriving in Kabarore. When we called the waiter over to order, he explained that most of our choices were off! Oh well, it wasn’t my first choice, but I ended up with omelette and chips. It was great fun catching up with everyone, but then the air chilled before a steady downpour that lasted for hours made for a cold wet journey home. Those of us wearing just T-shirts regretted our lack of foresight, but we will be better prepared next time! Day 30 (Sunday) I am awake as (normal) before 6.00 a.m., so I decide to go for an early morning walk with the camera. I am out exploring by 6.30, but there are already people (adults and quite young children) toiling in the fields and collecting water. I stroll slowly by and many people stop and talk. I meet a seventy five year old man who asks why I am in Rwanda. He tells me he is a retired headteacher and he speaks very good English. A woman asks me what I am doing here and I try to explain. She again speaks good English and asks me if I know any local headteachers, so I mention the two I know who work in Kabarore. She tells me I must come to greet Ignacious, who lives 100m away. After, when I am on my way again, a well dressed man approaches and asks if I will take a picture of his family and the people he is with. He is part of a Baptist congregation who have come to baptise some of their group in the lake. I go over with him and take some photos. I have put the photos on a memory stick for him to collect. All in all, it was an interesting morning that somehow didn’t turn out as I expected, but was all the better for that! |
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