Kigali recently got voted cleanest city in Africa, in part because they’ve outlawed plastic bags.
The dirt is the color of wet terra cotta.
Everyone here seems extraordinarily warm and outgoing. They smile at you and wave hello (ok, that part often comes after the staring – I am somewhat noticeable here).
It’s a lush, tropical paradise with birds, flowers and lizards.
Beers are so cheap, they may as well be free.
Avocados are so plentiful they are considered poor peoples food (the waiter apologized that they were kind of small today, but an American avocado could have fit within the hole left by the pit of these).
The moist, warm air.
The fact that i’m below the equator, and all the stars are different.
Rwanda has a higher percentage of women in parliament than any other country in the world.
The last Saturday of every month, neighborhoods all organize a monthly day of service, where everyone gets together to weed, clean and improve the neighborhood.
