
I am drinking Propel water and typing.
So, after the computer I purchased a ticket to Ruhengeri and sat at the bus terminal and fended off people trying to sell me stuff.
I kept using the line I am not white and rich (Muzungu), just white (Muzungu klulouwho). I always get a good laugh.
The bus ride was uneventful. The guy next to me wanted to keep talking and I just wanted to concentrate on not barfing. "Dude, don't you know that I exhausted all of my Kinyarwanda in our first convo?! I don't know anymore!" was going through my head.
I pretended to sleep the last hour.

I went back to the BG and kinda just watched the rain and waited for Greg and Bright. They wanted to take me to a new pizza place in Musanze (new name for Ruhengeri). It is called Volcan Pizza.
When we arrived we met Molly. Molly is a woman we met last summer in Musanze. She is a travel writer from Boston. And she has a whiny voice. Ask Anna Overbo to imitate.
Afterwards I went to sleep. (Getting tired writing, can you tell?)
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