It was a dark and stormy night. After a vehicle mix up we got a late start in our drive from Kigutu back to Bujumbura. By the time we rolled into town we were hungry. So we made a pit stop at a restaurant where people lounged under tin coverings, sipping their Amstels, protected from the rain. As we were led to our table, a woman approached me and said, I was the first white person to ever step into her restaurant. We had our picture taken together.