Recollecting Rwanda

Africa, the inescapable.
2011.

[Teaching Photography in Kigali, Rwanda.
August 2010.]

Aug 8

Well, Air Canada has done it again. They sent my luggage to Nairobi, not Kigali, and booked me for a flight to Kigali that was pulling out of the Nairobi airport as my flight from Brussels was pulling in. Like last time, I was about to have a nervous breakdown—until I saw a sticker on the outside of a souvenir shop in the Nairobi airport that read the following:

“No Hurry in Africa. Hakuna Matata.”

So I decided to adopt that mentality and am now thrilled to be spending the night in the gorgeous Ole-Sereni hotel in Nairobi. It neighbors Nairobi National Park, so according to the concierge I’ll be able to watch lions hunt while I have breakfast in the hotel’s restaurant. I’m going to try and catch the Kenyan sunrise and take some nice 35mm shots of it.

My Brussels flight took a pit-stop in Bujumbura, Burundi, which, according to the large and in charge Burundian man sitting next to me “is a much greater place than Kigali. You must come.” One more highlight from that flight: seeing clouds silhouetted against the golden-brown Sahara Desert outside my window seat.