Who killed the King?

Today started with two sleepy-heads (Bri and I) getting up at 5:30, very reluctantly. We trudged our way down to Mama's house and I got a cold shower. Afterwards we ate some breakfast and had a cup of tea on the porch. When the traco (a bus) came, we all clambered inside. I think the group had an eye opening ride today. We weren't going through the major towns today. Back country roads are where poverty shows the most. We saw people carrying a stretcher; there are no ambulances. You rely on your neighbors to carry you to the hospital. We saw kids with parents nowhere to be found. It was a real eye opener. Then we headed off to King's Palace for some information on pre-colonist Rwanda. Then we headed up to the Art's Museum. They had lovely pieces. Sometimes the best art can reflect the worst tragedies. I picked up a pottery book there. After that we stopped at a small market place for a snack. We had sambosa!!!! If you don't know what that is, it is a beef filled pastry that is absolutely delicious. Wish I knew how to cook it. Next we went to Butare History Museum and saw a lot of the farming tools, crafts, headresses, clothing, and overall the evolution of Rwanda. Then it was off to lunch. We waited an hour for our food; Rwandas isn't so fast as the USA. We Americans found it a long wait. The picture is from the restaurant.Bri and I got PIZZA!!! The others got goat kabobs. We then took a long drive home. We skipped dinner due to how late we ate our lunch. Pastor Sunny spoke at worship tonight and did a wonderful job as always. Deborah did a lovely job translating as far as I know. She could just be saying whatever she wanted..I wouldn't notice. Anyways we returned to Mama's house and I ate the rest of my pizza, cold of course along with sucking down a luke-warm fanta. Then it started to rain and I am not walking to my room while it is pouring so here I am, blogging at 8:33, tired and disoriented. Goodnight!