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Kigali Impressions II

Rwanda since the genocide has been one of the economic miracles of Africa, and the museum itself is a great example of this– a big, clean, modern museum with audioguides and descriptions on the walls in Kinyarwanda as well as … Continue reading

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Kigali Reflections

I’ve been waiting a month and a half to type this up… I get off the smelly, dank overland bus from Kigali and my first feeling is overwhelming loneliness. I’m standing there in a dusty, vast taxi park in God-knows-where, … Continue reading

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Two hours.

Right now I’m at Salim and Mohamed’s place in Geneva again, because I am flying out of Geneva Airport. At five o’clock. I have to be at the airport at two which means leaving at one (preferably before) and it’s … Continue reading

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All hail the sacred sausage

Sunday afternoon at the Gare de Fribourg. I’m just another of hundreds of tired-looking people carrying pack-sacks and huge unwieldy bedrolls on their backs or heads. While I’m not the Swamp Thing I was a few hours before, I still … Continue reading

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To bring us up to date…

To bring this blog up to date, I’ll just quickly summarize my weekends. Why? Because the weeks are pretty similar. Stumbling toward a complete course plan for Burundi, which I will have to devote myself to tomorrow. Beavering away on … Continue reading

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Lausanne memories

Yes yes yes, I know, it’s been too long, and both of you want to know why I haven’t written in so long. Well, I’ve been busy, writing and editing pieces for other projects, picnicking in the park with Stella … Continue reading

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Self-doubt and yodeling

On Sunday I did a very stereotypical tourist-in-Switzerland sort of thing and went to a yodellers’ festival. I was invited along by a Swiss girl a few years older than myself who I’ll call Stella. Stella is one of those … Continue reading

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