Thankfully, only 50% of teachers in Rwanda are in anyway qualified so I didn’t have any trouble finding a new job and within a fortnight of leaving Zaza rather bizarrely and conspicuously on a banana lorry, I arrived in another lovely village called Save (sar-vey) in the far South-West which thankfully is only 2kms walk from a main road.
I have a lovely little house, with electricity (except for Mondays and Tuesdays for some reason) and even a piped water supply which is rather exciting! The village has four little shops (by shop I mean a wooden cupboard with some random products in it), there’s a market twice a week 3kms walk up the road, and there are two small bars and a brochette man (a man who barbeques marinated goat meat on skewers for 15p each which are gorgeous!).
I have a lovely little house, with electricity (except for Mondays and Tuesdays for some reason) and even a piped water supply which is rather exciting! The village has four little shops (by shop I mean a wooden cupboard with some random products in it), there’s a market twice a week 3kms walk up the road, and there are two small bars and a brochette man (a man who barbeques marinated goat meat on skewers for 15p each which are gorgeous!).
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