Last Saturday was the most amazing day of my life! I woke up early and went to a Rwandan village (which was more like a slum) where one of our friends, Gilbert, lives. The people in the village are Twa, which is the third ethnic group in Rwanda that makes up about 1% of the population, I think. We just walked through the neighborhood, saying hi to everyone we saw. Everyone was so welcoming and almost everyone wanted to talk to us. But the time we reached the edge of the neighborhood, there were at least fifty little kids (who were mostly orphans) following us. They probably have no home, hardly any food, and probably no one to take care of them (but maybe those orphans are a little lucky because they have a community that they are a part of, whereas other street children literally have nothing and no one. When we were downtown one day, we saw a little girl, no more than six, who was carying a tiny baby on her back. I try to give them leftover food when I am walking downtown).
The Twa village was so so sad, because the people there were really poor and basically had nothing. If it weren't for a well that the red cross built, they probably wouldn't have any water (or at least any water that wasn't mixed with sewage or something). All of the houses were so close together, and Gilbert lived in such a tiny room that I probably could touch all four walls if I stood in the middle. There was a river of mud and sewage running in between the houses. I wish I could show you a picture, but I didn't want to take one and be disrespectful. It seems like a lot of people here don't like when you take their pictures, I guess because they feel kind of exploited.
So anyway, there we were in the middle of a Twa village, playing with like fifty orphans. A bunch of older men started playing instruments (they looked like wooden flutes) and then maybe five or so men did a performance of Rwandan traditional dance, which is called Intore. It was absolutely the most awesome thing I have ever seen, and I really wish I could dance like that! We tried to learn, and we got to dance with them a little, but it was so hard! That was basically the best morning of my life, and I just smile when I think about it!
After that, we all hung out in the common room of our guesthose. We were so incredibly exhausted, so we were basically passed out all over the couches and floor. If we had taken a picture, I think we would have looked kind of ridiculous. Then I went with three other girls to have lunch at this cool place called Fine Dine. I ate banana chips, which are bascially banana french fries that taste like baked potatoes. Then I went back to the guesthouse to take a shower, because my feet were covered in clay. I really don't think I have ever been that dirty in my entire life. I even took a picture of my feet, so I could remember, haha.
At night we went to a restaurant/bar called Pasadena. We sat outside with David, the guy who is kind of our group tourguide, and looked at the stars and the beautiful view of Kigali at night. Then we saw some interesting karaoke performances, and just hung out and talked to each other. It was seriously so much fun!
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