Idea stolen from Leigh Ann. A chance to reflect on our life here, in response to our coming one year anniversary.
1. Our house. I know there's been a lot of drama with this place. Perhaps having been through it even makes me like it more, like we earned it. Either way, it's big, it's pretty nice, and it's our home here. We like our friends' houses just fine, but this one is ours. We also really love that we have access to a lot in our neighborhood, including Zoe's friends in walking distance. Unlike some of the other neighborhoods where many expats live, ours has a lot of Rwandans of varying socioeconomic status, and so we have some reminders that this is not California, like wandering goats and turkeys, and people walking down our street ready to sell you jeans, or shoes, or bananas.
2. Running. I don't remember if I've mentioned it here, but this is really a great place for a good challenging run. In about 8 minutes on foot from our door, I can get to a dirt road that leads into the foothills of either one of two large hills / small mountains. Once there, it's very hard to tell you are in the city limits, as it is dominated by small farms and simple villages. There are still people everywhere (it is, after all, the most densely populated country in Africa), but it's much more simple and personal. Also, car traffic is seldom and slow, as the roads are terrible for driving. So not very much smoke to cough out. And the terrain is great for a good trial of wills, as the hills seem to go up forever. Then you turn around to head home, and the view (or is it the altitude?) takes your breath away.
3. Avocados, Potatoes, and Tomatoes. I definitely have talked about these before, but I'll talk about them all day to anyone who'll listen. Before we came, I thought the greatest delight food-wise would be tropical fruits, like mangoes or bananas. I shouldn't sell them short: they are great. I can't complain. The pineapple is awesome, and so are tree tomatoes. But the vegetables were the big surprise for me. I've never had better avocados in my life. I've had better tomatoes, but not nearly as consistently. Same for potatoes: they aren't the very best in the world, but they are very very good, and plentiful. Especially good for French fries, which seem to be everywhere. Honorable mention: peanuts, roasted or fried.
4. Brochettes. This is the word that appears on just about every menu in the country. It is essentially a skewer of meat, usually with onion, sometimes with other green pepper and tomato, grilled over a wood fire. Often served with fries (see #3). The meat can be beef, chicken, or fish (tilapia), but my favorite is also the cheapest: goat. Since Rwanda does not have true street food, this is the closest thing to it. I know, it's simple, but sometimes the simple things are the most rewarding, and paradoxically hardest to do just right.
5.
Bourbon Coffee. This is not a recipe or an after-hours drink, though I'll take some if you're offering it. This is the name of the fanciest and most expensive coffee shop in Rwanda. There are three locations in Kigali: the airport, the UTC center in the commercial district, and my favorite, the flagship store in the Nyarutarama neighborhood. This last location is a spacious, cozy spot with some seating on huge leather couches and some on a covered terrace with a wonderful view. They get beans directly from Rwandan farm collectives, roast them on site, and also have a restaurant. They have some of the best baked goods and gelato in town. In describing this I always like to say that this place is not just good relative to Rwanda, this is an unusually good coffee place, period. There is also one
location in Washington, DC, which I'd love to visit. By the way, I haven't mentioned the best part: the coffee is
really good.
6. Pub Quiz. This should come as no surprise to those of you who have been to the Crown and Anchor in New Orleans' Algiers Point with me on a Thursday evening. The quiz here is in an pizza restaurant run by an Italian guy, Dionigi. My friend Dave has been working with Dionigi to add on and completely rebuild the place from the ground up, and the result is a really hospitable environment for beer drinking, carousing, and occasionally answering a trivia question correctly. Monday nights at Sol e Luna are one of the two social events I absolutely plan my week around. Our team was victorious a few weeks ago, and so we hosted the quiz this past Monday; we were told that we were really tough. What a blast.
7. Mountain biking. This would be the other social event I try to never miss. Nearly every weekend on either Saturday or Sunday morning, I ride my bike to (usually) the Cercle Sportif tennis club's parking lot to meet Dave (not the same one), Ludwig, Craig, S'rait, and a few other more occasional riders for a few hours of climbing mountains and then riding down them. We have developed a reputation of being very serious or very fast or some thing, but we're actually very laid back. When Craig and I joined, Dave and Ludwig were happy to wait at the top or (more commonly) the bottom of the hill while I muddled through. When you come to ride, I'll be happy to wait as well. This is a very Zen experience: we're not really interested in doing everything quickly, though it is fun to be fast. It's really more about experiencing the day completely. For me, the long, slow uphills can be just as rewarding as a blisteringly fast downhill. The climate here is really conducive to being on a bike, rainy season or dry, and Rwanda is a nation of single-track. Everywhere we go, there are choices of new trails to try, ranging from asphalt busy roads to tiny goat trails through banana fields. And everywhere we go, we are cheered on by locals. Sometimes, it's asking for money, sometimes, just shouting, "Muzungu!!!", and quite often, cheering, "Hey, Le Sport!" or "Courage!" Either way, we must seem like aliens landing on their streets or farms, and the reaction is always friendly and positive. I also love riding through coffee fields (see above).
8. Getting Away in Rwanda. Though Rwanda is a small country (the mantra is "about the size of Maryland"), there are of course a few places to explore. We have been camping in Akagera National Park only once, but really loved it. We have been to stay at the Serena, a fancy resort-type hotel, in Gisenyi often enough that Zoe has a little "we're goin' to Gisenyi" song. It's on the shore of Lake Kivu, in the north, near both Uganda and Democratic Republic of Congo, and absolutely beautiful. It is a high-altitude region on an enormous lake, surrounded by volcanoes, like a cross between Austria and Hawaii. There is also gorilla trekking, which I did with our visiting friends Alistair and Tanya last saturday (a really incredible experience), high in the mountains. There are a few other places that we haven't yet been to, such as another Lake Kivu resort area to the south, Kibuye, and another national park to the South, Nyungwe Forest, for further exploration. It's all fairly close and fairly easy to do.
9. Zoe's friends. We have been so incredibly lucky in finding friends for Zoe, that it hasn't involved any effort at all. It seems that there are so many expats living here with young children, that we just seem to continue to acquire new friends that she likes, with parents that we like. In fact, of the 5 other guys in my regular quiz team, three of them have daughters that Zoe considers best friends. The other two have kids that just are a little older or younger than Zoe's "play age". When we had a week off for "spring" break, we had too many offers of playdates, and had to actually decline one, as we were too busy! And she has really found her groove with a few of them in particular; no more "parallel play," these kids really like to be together.
10. The sense of hope. Since the war in 1994, Rwanda has been the recipient of an tremendous amount of "guilt aid," money from the developed world to redevelop Rwanda, from countries who turned away without acting to stop the genocide. For whatever reason the money has come, it has been welcomed here (of course) with a unique blend of caution and pride. Rwanda has insisted that aid is a partnership, not simply a gift, and actively participates in its own development. In fact, I've heard some criticism from aid workers that Rwanda is perhaps some times too involved in every process from international aid. I can understand this, as I can understand criticism of occasionally incompetent bosses who micromanage, but this is also a compliment to Rwanda, that the people and the government see a future for themselves, and that they want it to be done right, and on their own terms. It means that -in spite of incredible tragedy on so many levels, and continuing real difficulties- people here really believe that their country will continue to grow and improve. That's pretty cool.
Next post: a few things I don't like, too.
