road rage

I'm road-raging.

Not in a "that jerk cut me off!!" US road rage kind of way. It's more of a "I'm trying my best not to kill you -- please don't make it so hard!!!" People walk in the middle of the road, cars swerve into oncoming traffic, mom's push their kids into the street (then look), motorcycles zoom around you, helmet-free. It really stresses me out.

I think my stress is clear indication that it's time to leave Rwanda for a couple weeks. Fortunately, we're getting on a plane tomorrow to visit family! Can't wait.