This morning I missed my Kinyarwanda lesson, instead I went in search of my missing luggage...I walked to the programme office with Amy at 8.45am...the sun was already shining and it was so very hot...when we got there, we were advised to get a moto (motorbike taxi) to the airport to check that my bag had not arrived and I just hadn’t been informed...it is a very long time since I have been on the back of a motorbike...maybe 7 years...my little ‘wragg legs’ did have a small amount of trouble getting on the bloody thing...but I managed and put on my really attractive green old school style helmet...anyway...I held on to the bar at the back...by the time I arrived at the airport my hand was a strange shade of bluish white, from holding on so tight. I had to go and get a pass for the baggage reclaim area, there were some issues as my passport is at immigration office for a visa and work permit, but I was eventually given a security tag and once again I headed for lost and found...when I got there I was taken back to the room with all the unclaimed bags...and yet again they tried to give me a bag that wasn’t mine! But when I explained to the lady she knew about my bag and said that they were trying to locate it and to go back to the Ethiopian Airlines office...so...I went back to the man with the passes...and exchanged my pass for the baggage area for a pass to the offices...as I walked up to the office they recognised me...which I am not sure is a good or a bad thing! Anyway...after turning the computer off and on again several times the man was able to inform me that although they had requested it from London...my bag was in fact still there...only this time they realised that the names don’t match...they showed me a list of the contents...and it is in fact not my bag!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It turns out that Ethiopian Airlines have absolutely no idea at all where my bag is...I was asked to write a list of all the contents and an email will be sent out to all airports, as they now think it could be anywhere...I was also informed that I can get $50 to buy essentials but I would have to go to the offices in Kigali to get it...so it was time to head back to the programme office before getting the bus into the city centre. Back on a moto again...a little easier to get on second time round...helmet on and off we go...the only problem being that the helmet was caught in the wind...I reached for the strap to try and get it on again...only the strap came undone...the helmet was now at a very uncomfortable angle...one side was up about 4cm above the top of my ear and I had to pull on the strap to keep it at that angle...I must have looked bloody ridiculous as I was also pulling an array of faces at the same time...partly due to the speed of the moto and partly concentration so as not to lose the helmet completely...anyway...we were finally back at the programme office...I went to get off the bike only the floor was a lot further than I had anticipated...one foot was nearly on the ground while the other was still on the other side of the bike...needless to say...after shouting...”oh crap it...oh crap it...oh crap it....” I fell to the floor in a heap on the pavement...stupid bike!!!!and with my head held in shame (but laughing) and Amy laughing I headed back into the programme office. After getting the bus into town I arrived at the Ethiopian Airlines office...when I had explained what had happened I was asked to wait to talk to the area manager...nearly an hour later I was taken to his office...once in his office I had to once again explain what had happened with my luggage. Obviously a week after my arrival when I still only have 2 pairs of pants...my temper is starting to fray slightly...I explained that I was informed about the money to replace essential items, yet I was now being told that because I had one of my bags, I was not entitled to anything! The man was raising his voice...and in response I did get a little irate...and I was told to calm down...basically, to cut a much longer story short, he couldn’t understand why I was upset about losing my bag, however I did manage to get $75 for clothes...I will just have to wait and see whether my case ever turns up...I will get compensation when my case has been missing for 25 days...rubbish! Anyway...Amy and I went to bourbon (a nice coffee shop in town) for lunch and I was then picked up and taken to the Genocide Memorial Centre with the rest of the group. It is hard to believe that I country has been through so much...the centre was very moving and really puts things into perspective. All in all today has been emotionally exhausting...