As I awoke on our entry to Kigali, I looked out the window hoping to catch a glimpse of the Sahara desert in the sunset. But I saw nothing. A vast nothingness that extended as far as the eye could see, even only at 7pm. it was already pitch dark. As we approached I could see only a handful of twinkling lights dispersed in pockets with the occasional car driving between them. The lights were dim and man of them were flickering like the light from a camp fire which I thought some might be, although as we landed I could see they were just broken house and street lights fighting to shine.
The twinkling village lights of Rwanda with the occasional moving lone star car lights.
This was probably one of the strangest layovers in all my travels. We landed at Kigali International airport which looked rather bleak. Let off a large group of young missionaries from Arkansas and sat on the tarmac for 2 hours. The RwandAir cleaning team came aboard to clean the empty seats for new passengers getting on board. The cacophony of Dutch , French, English and Swahili was interesting and there were many pleasant interactions between our diverse passenger collecito as we waited to continue our journey to Nairobi. I made friends with my seat Neighbor James, a Kenyan who happens to live in Anaheim (go figure), we exchanged a friendly chat, although I am not sure if it was because I was watching Metalocalypse throughout the whole flight or I just have one of those faces that looks like it needs to be saved, but he felt compelled to enlighten me on giving myself to Jesus. I felt compelled to enlighten him on the fact that we are not from this planet. He was very open to my Alien theories.
RwandAir cleaning team
Oh hey, Rwanda is about 10 feet below My new friend James
1 hour flight to Nairobi.
YAY Nairobi.
Off to Neha's house to fight off this jet lag.
