So while we certainly worked our little tails off, we definitely took advantage to play... just a little.
We Ran
Dr. Christensen was a gazelle and we ran together a few times the first week in Musanze
The locals thought we were nuts... 7:00 am, two crazy Muzungus chasing each other down the road.
This kid saw us run by and took off like a dart, running with for a solid mile, at a 7:00 min / mile pace, in freakin FLIP FLOPs...
We Partied
Our two translators had an ole friend in Musanze and he invited us over for a catered East African dinner... kuryoshywa (kinyarwandan for DELICIOUS)
Mama whipped up a mean goat stew...
We have eaten and eaten well, time to bust out the Inanga (traditional Rwandan six string).
The man has mad rhythm and sick dance skillz.
We went commando
Take a good hard look... that is one, count'em one freakin pair of undies... my one and ONLY pair of undies for two weeks.
We Laughed inappropriately
Downtown Musanze, bustling morning traffic, tragic bicycle on potato violence...
We Exercised
Apparently there is no Rwandan word for burpie.
We Partied even more.
The bishop of the Huye Anglican diocese graciously invited the entire team over to his house for his small group meeting.
We prayed, and shared, and worshiped, and sang, and ate, and generally had a fabulous time.
There is always one at every party (and usually it is me)... a little troublemaker, but too cute to get into actual trouble.
He hijacked my camera and turned into Jimmy Olson, snapping merrily away.
A portfolio of his best stuff... wish I could have just left the camera with him... in 5 minutes he was taking better shots that I have ever, in my entire life.
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