August 12, 2008
Up, up, up. The air gets thin, my breath gets short. My legs keep pumping and I am gasping for breath like a fish out of water but the porters and trackers haven't even broken a sweat. Stupid out of shape mizungu. My feet go numb from the cold once I reach our destination and stop moving. I am in the Virunga mountains of Rwanda with a team of researchers, escorted by a couple stoic Rwandan soldiers.
It is a beautiful country, tainted by the history of the genocide. During my short stay the people were nothing short of amazing and warm.
As I travelled back to catch a plane out of Kigali, the first thought that flew into my head was, "I've got to come back." Hopefully someday, sooner rather than later.
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Aug 12, 2008 5PM #
I smiled when I read your post. In 1990 I was able to visit Burundi. I got the same impression: amazing country, but sadly I haven't got the possibility to go back.
Rik