In my previous post about Rwanda, I mentioned that it is called the land of a thousand hills, but in reality, it is more like the land of 10,000 hills–or so it appears when visiting the northern part of the country. As far as the eye can see, there are green, rolling hills–almost all of them carefully terraced. Banana trees are a common feature, and in many valleys, there are rice paddies with strategically placed scarecrows to defend the plots against avian intruders. Bicycle transport demonstrates that ingenuity is born of necessity, and balancing skills of any kind go a long way.
Perennial Pastimes 