Any event in Rwanda is likely to be an excruciating test of endurance. Wedding, party, funeral, meeting-- you name it, it's going to take a long time and involve a lot of waiting and a lot of rambling speeches. One of the rules I've developed is to always wear sunscreen, no matter how likely it seems that the entire event will take place indoors. (Oh, the many times that I have ended up standing outside for hours on end and having to seek out old ladies so that I can hide under their parasols with them.)
Friday, June 22, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
A while back, one of my readers who follows a number of Peace Corps blogs mentioned that volunteers tend to update their blogs less and less as time goes on. I think this happens because at the beginning of service, everything in your new country of residence is new and strange. You see something for the first time and can't wait to tell the folks at home. As the newness goes away and you settle in, it gets harder to actually notice what's strange about your country of residence. However, when the subject of witches came up recently over a couple of beers, I was reminded that it's a different world here.