Me, while doing the Cabbage Patch: "I'm goin to Ruh-wanda! I'm goin to Ruh-wanda."

Finally found an editor interested in my Rwanda story. I'm in such a good mood that I just ordered a margarita from an internet cafe. I'll cut short today's blog, with promise for a promise for more interesting (hopefully not just horrifying and depressing) dispatches from Kigali.

Maragarita's arrived, and it tastes like hand soap. Hasta, people.