Day 6: Breakfast

Good morning! Today's breakfast was another round of bread-omelettes (two), and milky tea. I managed to communicate to the old man that I'd like to know to know the name of the dish, and he called it a farin.

Albert's girlfriend was around for breakfast, and knowing she speaks English, I took advantage of the situation and asked her how to tell the old man that his food was good. She told me nibyza means it's nice. I repeated this to the old man, and he seemed very amused at my small attempts at Kinyarwanda.

He even went so far as to show me the flour, with which he made the chapatis. (I would have guessed they were shop-bought.)

Feeling good about my new-found ability to communicate with the old man, I gave him my empty water bottle to throw away (there are no bins in the house) but 10 minutes he returned from the shop with a new one for me. (Orakozi.)

Here is a photograph of the clean water tap - from my bedroom window - where the washing up is done each morning. Those pots will be from last night's dinner.

Shortly after breakfast, Jado (the boy) flagged down a moto for me, and of I went to work. At the end of my first week, I am much less afraid of good moto drivers (and much more afraid of bad moto drivers). I have stopped holding onto the drivers, and started holding onto the handles behind my seat. (Most others I see don't hold on at all.)

This morning's words:
farine = chapati-omelette thing
nibyza = it's nice