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We’re All the Same Color On This Bus. Red.

It’s standard practice on these super-fine dusty roads to close windows when you see a vehicle approaching from the other direction. Otherwise you’ll end up covered in fine red dust. But if your bus is missing two very large windows, you can be assured you’ll arrive at your destination like you spent the day in a coal mine. Or a dirt mine. A red dirt mine. Which would be a dumb thing to mine, but you get the point.

So, about seven hours on this bus—a duration that’s now feeling like a walk in the park. Hit a tarmac road at that point and got in a group taxi two hours to the Rwanda border, with a local teenager on my knee like a ventriloquist dummy. Easy border crossing over an eight-food-wide bridge above Rusumu Falls and into Rwanda, a cozy two-hour van ride into downtown Kigali.

Rusumu Falls
Rusumu Falls, from the border bridge between Tanzania and Rwanda


One Comment

  1. Bill Fitz-Patrick

    New email address. Nicole and I are sitting here at the office just roaring with laughter. You’re one brave man to have eaten that meal of Ethiopian food. I had the same results with one that I scarfed in China.

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