I liked Rwanda, Africa, and the bananas and passion fruit too. The outside of a passion fruit looks like purple punch, it is round and hard, about the size of a black walnut - you have to cut it open then scoop out the seeds. The insides look like swirling swirling roots. The seeds are really sweet.
We also ate rice, meat, sauce, chips (which we would call french fries), and fish. My dad ate a lot of avocado. We had some really good bread. There was no fast food in Rwanda.
The power went out about every day.
The roads were one lane, not two lanes like America. Most roads were bumpy and made of dirt. One time we were riding and I had to go without a seat belt because there was another person in the car. There were six people and only five seats. One time a person (Alphonse, the usual driver) had to ride outside the truck.
We slept under a net because mosquitoes could give you malaria. In the mornings, a bird called “inyamanza” would wake us up. In Swahili, it means: be quiet! This is the sound it would make - AH-AH-AH!!
At the guest house, our neighbors were David and Liz from England. We had tea because they have tea in the afternoons in England.
|with Ms. Arrylia, who gave him the t-shirt|
I liked Ms. Arrylia, the teacher of the second grade class. I played football at the giant field. There they call soccer “football.”
When we went to Alphonse’s family’s village (the college student we know in Little Rock), at least thirty Rwandan kids crowded around the door and just stared at me while I sat inside the house. If an adult went out the door, the kids would scatter like a puff of smoke. They were staring at me because they had never ever seen a white man before!
|Alphonse's family outside|
|Alphonse's mother in red/yellow, g-ma in blue shirt, father white shirt sitting|
|huge bird, about 4 feet tall|
|White Fish Eagle|
At one of the churches we didn’t sing because they didn’t translate. (Julie's note: they were there FOUR hours.)
|Boy with hand on Hubby's knee for 2 hours. Kids starred at Mr. Intensity.|
|JI (age 6), Morris (age 9), Francis (age 7), standing in their garden, in front of sugar cane.|
On the plane home, I slept the longest. We watched videos on the plane. In the whole trip, we had four flights that were eight hours long and two flights that were two hours.
--John Isaac, age 6
Julie adds - here is a picture of Hubby's arm with a crazy rash and yellow skin at the height of his sickness. He continues to improve but still has a fever and aches every other day. I'm glad my boys are home!