The country of Rwanda is known as the land of a thousand hills.
As it turns out, this nickname is no joke.
I experienced these hills on a recent high school mission trip to Rwanda. While there, we traveled from one side of the country to the other, along a road that zig zags through the hills. The road's narrow and steep. At times, it feels as though your vehicle is mere inches from the edge of a cliff. The reality is, however, that each day, thousands of people navigate this road safely.
Unfortunately, the day we traveled it we came upon a terrible collision: A 17-passenger bus verses a motorcycle. As we rounded the corner, my trip leaders and I caught a glimpse of the accident's severity. The bus was flipped over at an awkward angle, the belongings of it's passengers strewn throughout the road. The motorcycle lay mangled on the other side of the road. Onlookers were everywhere.
So, too, I assume, were the bodies of the crash victims.