My two day dose of depression
December 17th 2010 As we keep going the image of a peaceful farmland gets less blurry, less fuzzy as my ride strained up the hill. Could there be a worse feeling in travel? Sitting patiently behind some poor bloke busting his nuts cycling to get me to a site where a relative of his most likely was slaughtered to death… And all this for a dollar!
Genocide will forever be part of tourism in Rwanda, heck that’s th
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