I have just 10 days left in Rwanda. 32 days left in East Africa. 32 days till home. Where has the time gone? Just five months ago I was beginning to pack, and working my way through an online grammar course. I was saying my goodbyes to friends and family, and spending many melancholy moments with Ollie. Where has the time gone?
The last few weeks have been a blur of dinners out, weekends away, lazy afternoons (on account of my having very little work to do) and nights out with my girlfriends. We’ve formed a sisterhood of like-minded ladies. Don’t be fooled. It’s not all pedicures, boytalk and sunbathing. We drink beer and watch football, though not without getting distracted by our dinner. Men feature very low on our agenda. Any Kigalites reading? I strongly recommend Shokola – I’d not eaten houmous since the new year, and it tasted every bit as sweet and wholesome as I fondly remembered. See there, distracted by food! I salivate at the drop of a hat these days. Food I’m looking forward to eating:
Mum’s vegetarian lasagne
Dad’s vegetarian chilli
Tex-Mex – my Mexican-American friend from Texas sympathises
Cheese - stinky cheese, mature cheese, cheese that melts!
Good bread – brown with seeds, crunchy on the outside, soft on the inside
The list is long so I’ll stop there. Despite the Rwandan stodge – potato, matoke, cassava, rice, beans – I’ve lost weight here. Mostly because my culinary imagination is going at full speed, burning calories as it goes.