We departed from Kigali following a buffet lunch of chicken, rice and fruit, loaded into our two SUVs and headed for Volcanoes National Park and Ruhengeri for a gorilla-themed weekend.
The next morning, we awoke early for breakfast, where I met Jason, Adam and another reporter, Mary (she was doing a story on politics, not travel, but was still on our travel press trip). We ate quickly because we were being shuffled off on a bus tour of Kigali. We could have slept in becauseContinue reading “Rwanda, 15 years after the genocide”
Once JD and I had arrived at Sports View, we dropped our bags in our rooms and set off to find the other members of our press trip — Anna, Jason and Adam. We only found Anna. When I had received the names of the people on the trip, I was elated to see AnnaContinue reading “The first night in Rwanda”
I picked 14 K on the Brussels flight to Kigali on purpose. I wanted a window seat and to spread my legs out in front of me. I never get the chance to sit in the first seat in the economy class, but this time, the Plane Gods were on my side. The trip toContinue reading “My first glimpse of Africa”
I stood in the back office of the pharmacy off of Francisco Silvela, arm sleeved rolled up, fist clenched.
“No me gusto,” I said to the pharmacy technician as she prepared removed the shot from its white box.
“Si,” she said, sympathizing with me (?).
And then I felt the needle break the skin. Then, it was over.
“Gracias,” I said, smiling with relief. “Hasta luego.”
“Adios,” she responded.
I gathered my belongings and headed out the door back into the overcast Madrid day.
That was shot numero dos, Hepatitis A.