Within 52 hours this week, I was in seven cities. Baltimore to DC to Roma to Addis to Entebbe to Kigali to Goma.
Friday at 6 pm, I was told I would fly out of DC on Monday at 9 am.
Yesterday (Wednesday) morning, I was driven up Rwanda through Kisenyi to Goma.
Tonight, with three ex-pat colleagues, we recrossed the border to frequent a Kisenyi bar.
We had to be driven to the Congo-Rwanda border, but once in Rwanda we could walk in the street, even though it was nighttime. It was rather lovely.
(The colleagues I went with are all French speakers, and they periodically switched to English for my sake, but every time they did I attempted to answer in French.)
Really. Getting to cross the Congo-Rwanda border in the twilight, and run free through the streets of Kisenyi, and enjoy a pleasant meal, and then return to a room of my own in a big house on the shore of the spectacular Lake Kivu -- who in the world isn't jealous of me?
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