The
first thing was our hostel. Which was part of a catholic school and seemed like
it used to be a missionary post. It was still run by nuns and they did a good
job. A nice clean and inexpensive place where we were some of the few
non-African guests. At breakfast we met a company of Rwandese women who were
very happy to be able to talk some French for a while…and they all seemed to
have some family in Brussels.
(to be continued)
