The rainy season is here. I thought that it might delay its arrival as a favor to me but no luck. It has been raining off and on for the last week but pretty steady for the past two days. Just when you think it isn’t too bad, it starts raining harder to prove a point that you aren’t in control of anything here.
It leaves you a bit damp and not bone chilling cold, but certainly not the warmth of the sun that I was so getting used to. It is the weekend and Victor discourages work so I try to read but it doesn’t hold my attention so you have to be content with just being, and alone with your thoughts—which is harder than you think. At some point, I just crawl back into bed. But Pam arrived on Thursday evening so that is a bright spot for me. Although, I wasn’t sure she was going to survive the moto taxi drive to the orphanage, she did. I think she would have preferred to drive. And if you know Pam, you know that is true. Now we need to stop her from stashing one of the babies in her suitcase to take home.
We spent the morning after her arrival exchanging money and grabbing a few supplies in Kigali before heading out to the orphanage. You don’t know the look of joy until you deliver jar of Nutella to Janek. The bottle of Vodka didn’t hurt either. Janek and Beata leave tomorrow for three weeks of travel in Uganda and then home to Poland. I am in quite a bit of denial about it as this has become my home for now and they are my family. They are an amazing couple and have been a pleasure to live and travel with. I will miss their humor, Polish Tuna salad on the top of a volcano, and a story worth it’s own post about Janek ‘saving Private Ryan,’ aka my cell phone. I hope to be able to see them in Kigali on the 12th before they catch their flight home, so it is just a temporary goodbye. But it is worthy of a dance party tonight with the kids and an adult party later to ensure they end this part of their adventure in style.
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