St Patrick's Day



Funky deely-boppers, flashing earrings and flags.
And a green dress, of course
 (you just can't see the green Christmas Tree Jo drew on my cheek)

The long anticipated St Patrick’s Day Party in Kigali arrived.  A good bit of planning and organising had gone into it.  I had recently collected two parents from the airport and had given them a day to acclimatise.  They had also arrived armed with green stuff and interesting articles of clothing/decoration for the event. 

The day itself was incredibly busy – there was lots of decorating to be done but I also had to do my role as tour guide.  Having taken Mum and Dad to the Gisozi Memorial in Kigali, I dropped them at a cafe for lunch and made my way to the Manor Hotel to do some decorating.  It was a scorching hot day and I managed to get some sun-burn in the short time I spent outside putting up the bunting on the balcony. 

Mighty fine bunting outside

Eventually we were ready to start partying and we kicked off with two hours of Fr Ted on the big screen, then we watched the rugby and then we had dancing and singing with a raffle in between.  The craic was mighty and everyone seemed to have a great night.  There were plenty of sore heads and feet the next morning (and most likely lots of damaged livers and empty wallets) but I reckon we’ll all be well up for it again next year! (but let’s hope there are more parties in the mean time).