I don't really want to whine. Just to note that once again, I feel like Charlie Brown, year after year believing Lucy when she promised not to take away the football. Somehow, I really thought Internet access would be easier on this trip. But once again, it's been amazingly challenging to get online. Our hotel in Kisoro, the Traveler's Rest (which gorillista Dian Fossey reportedly considered to be her second home), claims on their website to have wifi. But we didn't even have electricity for parts of our stay there. There was a decent Internet cafe 5 minutes from the hotel. But both full days that we were in Kisoro were crammed with hiking — one day tracking gorillas and the other trekking with local pygmies.
Both those experiences deserve posts of their own, and I'm going to try to write them now from the Hotel Paradis Malahide. It's about 90 minutes from the border crossing where we passed from Uganda into Rwanda this morning. The hotel is a rustic place on the shore of Lake Kivu. They say that early in the morning, when the air is clear, we'll be able to see the Congo on the far side of the lake. Tomorrow we'll go biking in the Rwanda hills with Tom Tofield, an expat Englishman who runs a tour company. But this afternoon it feels delicious to hunker down and catch up — with e-mail, blog posts, and photo organization.
With luck, our good Internet access should continue for at least another week or so. But here (NOW I remember!) you never know. When we can't get online, I've also been tweeting (@jdewyze) with my Twitter feed linking to the blog page (though now that we're in Rwanda, we're having trouble with our cell phones.)