We ran out of gas today. We are cooking with gas, so we need to respond urgently... I decide to ride my motorbike to Muganza, eleven kilometres on a very bumpy road. As I am driving as carefully as I can. I am thinking: I hope the bottle is really empty and that there won’t be any sparkle jumping from the engine. It does add to the thrill of living dangerously... Soeur Josephine will try to have the cylinder filled in Butare another two hours away. We find out later that no one in Butare stocks this type of bottle. She has the bottle taxied to Kigali another 3 hours away. We’ll be cooking with charcoal for a while.
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