In Rwanda, the cheapest transportation option is the "bike taxi." You pay just a few hundred Rwandan shillings and you can get a bike taxi up hills, down hills.. wherever your heart desires to go, really. Big men like James, my friend here in the red striped shirt, has to jump off when going uphill and walk/run alongside the bike since the "driver" is unable to pull both his and another grown mans weight up certain hills. It was one of the most interesting and scary (when going downhill) things I did in Rwanda.
I have to dedicate this photo to the close to 1 million Rwandese who lost their lives during the 1994 genocide. This is one such man. His name is Emmanuel. He lost his wife, five children, and many other members in his family. He was one survivor of four at Murambi Technical School. This particular site had 50,000 victims. He currently gives tours at Murambi... he is quite the extraordinary man.