This bibi amebatizwa. Hakujua umri yake.
Josie gave her an origami present, I explained it was from an infirm brother in the states who wanted to give brothers and sisters here something so he was out folding them. She nodded, and proceeded to scrumple the origami into her kanga.

Only a few kilometres away from the Rwandan border, it seems everyone here work harder than their coastal counterparts.

Beer is served to you instantly.
When you ask for hot water, it comes in buckets straight to your door.
C'est la vie! 
Beer is also served in larger increments. Here is a pic of a great beer from Burundi.

Now a little story about hot water:

The inn where we stayed (KGB hotel) was nice and clean, more like dorms, nothing to complain about except for the fact that there was no power, and therefore, no water nor hot water.
With the altitude it will take a zen monk to bath with cold water, and being more into the Epicurean side of life myself I ordered a large bucket of hot water to be brought to the room.

Off Josie goes first into the shower, and comes back refreshed.
Next, my turn.

The hot water is SCALDING HOT.
Felt like a crab being boiled. So I peek round the door and ask Josie if she can get a boy to bring us water. Which dutifully arrives minutes later...

and is also SCALDING HOT.

something lost in translation here...but they were so kind and so eager to help I couldn't ask for another. So fiddled with the water, moving it into another bucket etc to cool it down and stuff. And that was it.

A must for Mats & Ann-C are the scenic-stops-for-coffee. Every 3 hours. Bordering on the ritualistic.

This is just after climbing up the hills to Ngara, and we were to find out we were actually only 10min from our destination. However, nice to stop.

Having spent only 2 nights at our home in morocco, am spending the next 2 nights at bethel with Josie!!!!! Who I just met but is a great girl

We were racing around town with Danielle's bike (got more taken over than the other way round as it is 70cc). We went out of gas going to the service group but fortunately it was in front of an engen. (we were imagining what it would have been like had we stopped somewhere in Lugaro having to push all the way to mwenge...)

Anyway a pic of a plumbing girl in a dress. Isn't this what all girls in green dresses do?