Whenever I think about it, I cry all day long
June 15th 2009 I warm further to Rwandan minibuses when we leave Gisenyi on time and only half full but the comfort levels drop at Ruhengeri when the remaining seats are filled by other Kigali-bound passengers and their luggage. There are many wooden cylinders in various roadside trees, and it's only later that I figure out that they are beehives.
We pass numerous signs along the way - I can't read any Kinya
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