Mwaramutse! My first blog, which I wrote a week ago but am only putting up now

So, after being glued to Ruairi and Alfred's blog, then Pauline's, then Trisha's, I'm finally writing my VERY OWN Rwanda blog!
I'm in Kigali now, we just finished our first, very intense, week of in country training. It's Sunday morning now, I'm sitting around in my tracksuit. It lashed rain this morning but it's stopped so I'm going to go for a run soon.
I've spent the morning pottering about, painting my nails, cleaning my room, and later I'm going to the market to shop. So basically my life here is pretty much the same as it is in Ireland!!! (Except for in Ireland I don't clean my room)
Nah, of course there's loads of differences. Yesterday I saw a man walking along with six live chickens in each hand.Of course Kigali is different to Dublin.
It's much cleaner.(plastic bags are illegal, nobody eats or drinks in public, I haven't seen anybody smoking or being drunk and disorderly. Once a month everybody mets up to do a big clean up in their area) The people are more polite. They dress more conservatively. They laugh a lot. Often at us. They're lovely. I misunderstood yesterday and went to pay the moto driver 3,000 RWF-
The equivalent of around a fiver. He took 300 francs(50 cents) off me and just looked at me as if to say - you poor eejit.
The bananas are nicer, the insects are bigger. The horrific history is sadder.The language is harder.The sun is hotter and the rain is fatter.
There are no dogs as far as I can make out - Triona and Caoimhe you would LOVE it here :) The children are too cute!! The dancing is beautiful, I'm sorry to say it's a lot nicer than Irish dancing.
So I don't really know where to start describing my first week in Rwanda.There's a lot to tell! My head is tired from taking in so much new stuff.
We've been learning about Rwandan culture so we don't offend anyone,then practicalities like how to light a kerosene stove and how to make sure our water is clean, we've had INTENSE Kinyarwanda lessons. It's tough to learn but really worthwhile, as we saw when Melanie took us around the city.
Yesterday we went to the genocide museum. It's really well done, and a lovely memorial to the people who were killed and their families, but of course it's really really sad. The saddest bit was the childrens room. Actually no, what's saddest is how immediate it is. Everybody in the country has been affected by it in one way or another, and yet we've been warned not to ask questions or expect anybody to talk about it.
When we were in outside we heard somebody crying hysterically, I can only assume she lost people.There are no words for how sad it all is.
After mentioning that it seems flipppant to mention anything else, I think I'll leave my first blog entry at that.Thanks everyone who's been in touch. I miss you all loads!!!!