There’s a rush hour.
That’s right, Kigali has a full-fledged rush hour. It took ten minutes to get from the hilltop to the traffic light near my house, the entire length of which is maybe a quarter of a mile. The lane opposite us was free and clear, but we were clogged like the Lincoln Tunnel. That’s the sign of a real rush hour: the traffic goes with the commute.
But in Kigali, where there aren’t any emissions standards, you arrive home feeling as if you are wearing on your face the exhaust of every car that passed you.
Oh trials and tribulations.
You may have covered this before I started reading, but what’s your mode of transportation?
do you remember how black your nostrils were in kolkata? oh my…so does this mean l.a. with its hours of congestion (traffic backed up for miles at 9:30 p.m.!) is at the apex of development? doubly oh my…