Article in Telecentre.org
here it goes..
http://www.telecentre.org/en-tc/node/20178
Yesterday I was overtaken by a motorbike. I want one. In Kigali, there's tons of motorbikes (les fameux motos) that act as taxis - for a fee, for sure. It took us a while to whittle down the 'prix mzungu' and get the hang of haggling out the right fare. But once you're driving (or rather hanging on to the driver), you're king of the road. Ok, so it is more dangerous than being in a car, but the feeling of freedom and air and light is just great. They should have moto taxis everywhere. Hell yeah, even here in Pullman!
Looked at my legs today; they're still fishbellywhite. People in Rwanda don't show off their legs in the sun, and this is becoming all the more salient, now I'm back here in Washington. My 6-year-old friend Yann in Kigali asked me just before my departure why he couldn't have beige skin like me. I told him I like his chocolate skin much better, and anyway, we could still be friend, even if our skin tones differ. He agreed and sealed it with a (very wet) kiss on my cheek. Perhaps I don't need to buy that self-tanner after all.