I do not know why I didn't post this before, but here you are. I already posted it on Facebook but I didn't seem to get a lot of views. We'll see what happens when I post it here. I want to share this story with you guys anyways so here we go!
I was in Rwanda working on a project for like two months since May (the blog is here - yes another one- http://see-rwanda.blogspot.com). Towards the end of my stay there, on the weekend before we were to leave, my friends and I walked out of the hostels we were staying at and crossed the road to wait for a bus or van. (I later learned, thanks to my very annoyed friend, that I had made them all miss a very empty bus and she was so not pleased with me - I tend to be pretty lazy sometimes and this was one of those times where it wasn't a good thing)
As we stood talking, we heard screaming in the distance.
Everyone had their opinion on what they were thinking, but we did collectively think that someone was in trouble. There was this guy on a motorbike coming towards us and the screams were coming from behind him although he seemed unfazed so I wondered what was going on. Even more puzzling was that the person behind him seemed smaller than him so it couldn't be a man. Perhaps it was a child in trouble?
Well, I'll tell you this. You don't go randomly screaming on the streets of Rwanda since you could be stopped by some cops to explain yourself. So I really thought this person was in trouble.
The bike and the screams, got closer and closer and eventually the bike passed by us. I kid you not, at the back of the bike, were two goats: one was screaming like a man and the other was bleating helplessly!
I was honestly having a rotten day until that one epic moment that joins screaming goat and unsuspecting bystander... :)
I was jazzed for the rest of the evening and even the seven or so hours that I did spend on my feet afterwards did not stop my pure excitement. I wish I had my camera on at that moment so I could have captured it and proven to you that this really happened.
As it is, all I have is my memory and the six or so witnesses who were with me that day. Makes you wonder though, what cosmic chances dictated that you should be in Rwanda, away from your friends and
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