I had been supposed to move on this morning but postponed because I had made the booking for a trek to find mountain gorillas on the following day.
The only thing of significance that occurred today was that I let my iPhone drop and shattered the screen. It literally just slipped out of my hand and I could hear the crack as it bounced off the hard ground.
So my day was spent running around trying to get it repaired and this was not made any easier by it being Sunday. The woman at reception contacted a friend, who couldn’t help but put me in touch with another friend, who also couldn’t help but put me in touch with yet another friend.
So I eventually met up with Jonathan at a city centre coffee shop and handed over the broken phone. I wasn’t sure if I would ever see either Jonathan or the phone again but it wasn’t any use to me in it’s present condition in any event. We agreed to meet back at the hotel later in the afternoon.
I then spent the next while wandering around this beautiful city before making my way back to the hotel. Two hours later and the bold Jonathan arrived as promised complete with repaired iPhone.
Thankful for small mercies I gave him an extra $10 on top of the 60,000 Rwanda Francs it cost me. He got excited at the sight of a U.S. dollar note and said that, now that we were personal friends, he would email me so that I could help him get into America….