Rwanda

Rwanda, wow. I didn't really have an expectations before we arrived, but I also certainly did not expect what we got. Descending into Kigali International Airport and looking out across the hills and Valley's of Rwanda's capital city was like looking across what you would picture when you think of the residential enclaves of California's rich list.  Beautiful, green rolling hills, with well appointed homes dotted across them. Once you have disembarked and made your way through the remarkably efficient process of Rwandan immigration, you get your first look up view of Kigali. No, these are not the opulent homes of the rich and famous, but some how that is better than you imagined. There isn't that feeling that of class and social status attached to the beauty that surrounds you.
Driving through the Rwanda (which we did for 8 hrs) you quickly come to understand the term 'land of a thousand hills' is probably an understatement. The landscape undulates continuously, sometimes with a lazy, easy other times more dramatically. The fact the land is used makes it all the more spectacular, the scenery is a patch work of colour, so much space being used for growing, working, all connected and interlinked. Although making out a purposeful design was beyond me. It didn't matter though I was just content to drink it all in.
This is a place I have heard of so often connected with such horror, yet my experience is of beauty. It's given me a thirst to understand what Rwanda really is, it's history, it's people, it's story.