I'm not really sure where to start with this one.
The last two weeks have flown by at the speed of light, with barely a pause to take a breath, let alone take time to reflect. Finding Internet access long enough to write a blog entry has also been difficult. But now I'm gonna go ahead and give it a shot. This could take a while.
Thursday, 22 March
It started at 3.45 on a Thursday morning in Manchester, in the cold and dark, with our group of staff and students meeting outside the Arthur Lewis building to head to the airport together, prepared for a long day of travel. Nearly 20 hours or so, in fact. Flights from Manchester to Brussels, then Brussels to Kigali, then Kigali to Entebbe, and then one final hour on the bus to Kampala. Kigali in the darkness of 9 PM was the most I got to see of Rwanda (which means, basically nothing) but the fact that all I could see were lights across rolling hill after rolling hill makes me determined to return someday and see if it's as beautiful as I think it might be.
