For Mom, Love Steve

My photo taking has started to wane, partly because I am losing the motivation and partly because my little camera died and I don’t like carrying my bigger one.

Here is some of Rwanda and the 1000 hills. Not all of them, but at least six.

Burundi

Okay, not a very good representation of Burundi, but, they had mildly warmed water in the $20 hotel. That was a first in three months. I don’t care, it is a time I will always remember fondly. Don’t be surprised if my next pictures are of cable tv and a refrigerator, ahhhh, the African dream.

So my spleen falls out. Actually it bounced out. When you have to take a 4-wheel drive mini-bus, you should expect that there is a possibility that your spleen will fall out. From the border of Burundi to Kigoma, Tanzania, should be called the land of the lost spleens. Oh, bad ride. Crammed mini-bus, bad bad roads, people vomiting, spleens flying, bad ride.

Once I got settled into my hotel I let out a sigh of relief. I figured it was over. I was in civilization as Tanzania is a pretty touristic country, often times a place where thats all that people go. There was an atm that when I put my card in, it took it, and it gave me money. Civilization. Not Congo, not war ravaged countries, a tourist country, much like Disneyland, but bigger. People were supposed to speak English as it was there second national language next to Kiswahili. It was easy travels here on out. I survived. I even ran into my Norwegian buddy who was staying at the same hotel. I was back with other tourists.

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So I left the country of Rwanda feeling pretty good. Ate some/a lot of food. Drank lots of Fanta, and slept. It wasn't a super exciting time but it was perfect for what I was looking for. ... [Continue reading this entry]