August 19, way to early in the morning: I'm stuck in the conveyor system in the passenger processing plant known as the Toronto airport. My bag isn't showing up on the screens as having passed US customs, and it's almost time for my next flight.
August 21: having repeated my prayers for a jet-pack and helmet so I can avoid airport terminals and dozen-hour flights, I step into the Kigali, Rwanda airport. Now the guys in uniforms aren't letting me through to the baggage claim, since I don't already have a visa. Finally I talk to the right guy, who goes through the simple process to give me my travel visa.
I finally get out to the arrival area, where Nathan, his mom Alvina, and girlfriend Starla are waiting for me. There's no need to look for my bag on the baggage conveyor, so we rush off in an attempt to catch a run-away bus west. We catch up to the bus at a stop just outside the sprawl of Kigali. We relax, and watch the well-farmed hills of Rwanda pass by.
|Rwandan hills - it was dark before we go to the nice, jungle-covered hills on the border.|
It's so hard to let little old ladies carry our heavy bags on their backs, up the hill to the DRC customs building.
We had a week to waste in Bukavu, so I asked Fevrier about a trip to Kahuzi Park. Therefore we spent a morning waiting at Biosadec University for permission and arrangements. Some of the Biosadec staff decided to take us on an outing. We didn't end up in the park, as far as I know, but we did make it out to a rural area where we delivered a huge lunch of peanuts and bananas to a semi-tame baboon. Then we saw some other Biosadec projects. At a little farm of theirs, it was obvious that the caretaker would have benefited from the baboon's meal much more than the spoiled baboon, but all I had left were a few squashed bananas.
|The professional way to fix wiring|
|Yes, they do fly - I saw them|
|Kayumba pumps a recently-installed well in Kalima|
|It's good to see the well getting used well - you'll see this same well later|
|Kalima church - you should have heard them sing|
|This was my favorite job. In the African heat, I didn't try so hard to avoid the spray|
|view near drilling site|
|There was usually a crowd supervising|
|Family I walked a couple miles with when I was on a Sabbath-afternoon stroll. He spoke a bit of English. They still had hours of walking at this point.|