I made chapatti last week and it was amazing. We couldn’t find any whole wheat flour, so I had to use regular all purpose flour, but it worked fine. I had to use a chair for rolling out the dough because we don’t have a space big enough in the kitchen, and an empty sprite bottle for the pin. But they tasted yummy.
Sunday in Butare, em and I got up early to go to breakfast before catching the bus back home. Our trainer told us he would meet us at 7am at the restaurant and that one of our other trainers was coming into town early that morning and would meet us there also. Well neither of them showed up and one of the other volunteers who was on her way back from Kigali, never showed up either. She called when we were just leaving Butare saying that she had just gotten in. Our driver was a little crazy, wheels were squealing around corners, and we made it into nyamasheke earlier than planned. When we got into our little town on the main road, I tried calling my counterpart to ask if he could send the motos now, but the line wasn’t working. We ran into one of the drivers who was on his way to Kigali and he called another of the moto drivers in Mwezi to tell him we were here and needed the moto, but our terrible Kinyarwanda was confusing us and we couldn’t tell if the motos were coming to get us or not. He walked us down to the dirt road and said something about the police and then left. So we stood there a while and then decided to start walking. We bought a lot of food in butare, including 4 kg of maize flour (for tortillas), a bottle of olive oil and soy sauce, a big tub of butter, a round of cheese and many other heavy things, so needless to say, we were not looking forward to walking 14 km up and down hills all the way home. After just a few steps I was already sweating and tired (it was a beautiful day out and would have been very nice for a walk if I wasn’t carrying 20 lbs of stuff). Every time we saw a moto in the distance we would say “please be for me, please be for me!” but they always passed us. I finally got my phone working and was able to call the lab tech who speaks pretty good English and ask if the motos were coming for us. He said yes and to be patient, about 10 minutes. It had already been about an hour by now since being dropped off by the bus, and we had been walking for about 20, so another ten minutes, not that big of a deal. We walked only about 3 km, but when we saw those motos coming, it was like a god send! When we finally made it home, we found that the power was out and the gas tank we use for cooking was empty. The strange thing is, the outlets in both me and emily’s rooms worked, but none of the lights were turning on! The nuns came and got us and brought us come candles, and we had a nice candle lit dinner at their house that night. I felt like a real PCV that night reading by candle light. The nuns have agreed to feed us until we are able to get another gas tank, we are able to make breakfast and lunch, but have a hot dinner at their house at night.
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