Day 2: Breakfast

Today I was surprised to see that, when I entered the living room at 7.45, my breakfast had been made for me, and had been left on a tray on the coffee table. I believe it was the same boy who made dinner last night, and who opened the gate when we first arrived at Albert's house, in his car. I don't feel too comfortable with somebody making all my food for me, especially as I don't see them, and don't know how to say thank you.

Breakfast was something like an omelette. I think it had green and red pepper in it, and it was very nice. There was orange juice, and a box of teabags (as well as the loose leaf Earl Grey that I had brought for Albert as a present). Oh and in the bag on the right was a freshly bought loaf of bread. The entire cutlery rack was left next to the tray, even though I was the only one there to eat.

I felt especially awful, when I noticed the boy had left my shoes next to my chair, ready for me to wear. As it happened, they were not the ones I was going to wear, so I put them back and took out my work shoes. First day today.

I was told I'd be picked up at 8, but at 8.15 nobody was here, so after a very confused conversation with the boy (him speaking Kinyarwanda, and me speaking English), he kindly stopped a moto for me, which is a scooter taxi. It was terrifying and the man charged me double what I was told at the beginning (1,000frw, instead of 500frw, which is approx. £1 instead of 50p). I thought I'd let it go on my first ride.

*Yesterday on the plane here, a Rwandan girl taught me that Murumuzi means good morning, and Albert told me Bite is a casual way of saying hello. Then when we arrived at his house, some small children crowded round to look at me, saying muzungo, which Albert diplomatically told me was me.

Summary of words learnt:

murumuzi = good morning
bite  = hey
muzungo = white person