This bicyclist held on to the back of the Land Cruiser and let us pull him up one particularly long and steep climb.
I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
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- Swimmers in the hotel pool
- View from my balcony
- A different view of Kigali
- On the road again
- Sunday bird blogging
- Karisoke Research Center
- Saturday reflections
- Plus a baby
- The cultural experience
- More dancing
- One success story
- Iby'lwacu Cultural Village
- Buildings in Rwanda, city version
- Buildings in Rwanda
- Astronomy Tuesday
- Sunday bird blogging
- Pictures
- The little cowherd
- Volcanoes National Park
- A view of the park
- In which I emulate Dian Fossey
- More Charlie
- Charlie in all his magnificence
- Here he comes, walkin' down the street
- Oh baby baby
- Oh baby
- Gorillas in the trees
- And there they are
- The rain forest
- How gorilla trekking works
- Saturday reflections
- Home again, home again, jiggety-jig
- Where am I?
- Sunday bird blogging
- Jesus blows up balloons all day
- I really did see the gorillas, part 2
- I really did see the gorillas
- Carry that weight
- Hitching a ride
- The Virungas
- D'être malade en Afrique
- And this is why we buy travel insurance, boys and ...
- Another portrait
- A word about language
- Hotel Rwanda
- Saturday reflections
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