Monday morning sees a 6.30am start for those based in Butare. Whilst I will be staying in Kigali, I am travelling down with the members of my Justice Project Team who are to be based at the newly opened Institute of Legal Practice and Development at Nyanza, which is the former capital of Rwanda and about 40 minutes from Butare, where my team will stay. Our bus is packed, using the jump seats which fold down into the middle aisle, but the journey is uneventful. Rural Rwanda is as I remember it, with people everywhere on the roadside; in the fields and plantations: at the doors of the shacks that can be anywhere; and thronging the streets of the towns we pass through. It is a mass of colour and bustle against the lush green backdrop of the countryside or the dusty streets. I am still fascinated by the amount and variety of things which people carry on their heads here, particularly women. I tried briefly to carry some bricks myself last year and getting the right balance is really difficult. At the end of the trip, I will try and identify, the most unusual thing I have seen carried by head!
Our first stop in Nyanza is a false alarm! We see a banner for the Institute on a brick building in the centre of the town and instruct the bus to stop. As soon as we are off the bus and it has promptly departed, we realise that we have made a mistake and frantically call the bus back. Eight muzungus in the centre of Nyanza certainly creates plenty of interest in an area where white people are not regularly seen.
Our second effort to find the Institute proves more productive and we are welcomed by Rector Vastina Nsanze and Dr Roelof Haveman, Vice Rector Academic Affairs and Research, both pictured below with myself and members of the Justice Project Team.

There is a new Institute building under construction, so one of our first actions is to view the site next door to existing premises. Roelof shows us the plans for the new building, which are impressive if the whole structure can be completed..

… And then around the site.

I am still always struck by the sight of women carrying out hard manual work as you see so often here. As one of my colleagues points out, as I take a photograph, we look as strange to these ladies as they do to us.