When it rains in Rwanda it is as if a ginormous bucket of water is being emptied. Everything is instantly flooded and young men with rubber boots brush the water off balconies with brooms. But it is a losing battle when the skies open. We were having lunch at Camillia's with Francoise and Egide, discussing their elective in Halifax next year when the rains began. Emmy, our knight in shining armour, came to the rescue and took us back to the sim centre for the afternoon session. By the way, I am loving the second year residents. What bright sparks.
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