And goodbye to some plants I found at Muhabura Hotel, where we used to spend many a happy hour, but I have only made it once this visit.
But I'll be back. There's no doubt. Someday....
Monday, 23 September 2019
Goodbye
And goodbye to some plants I found at Muhabura Hotel, where we used to spend many a happy hour, but I have only made it once this visit.
But I'll be back. There's no doubt. Someday....
A few photos
Thursday, 25 April 2019
Tragedy
As my days are running out, we decided it would be nice to spend one more day in Gisenyi swimming in the lake. We got corn on the way to keep us going - so much tastier in this country... I'm going to attempt to barbecue some when I get home and see if I can recreate it!
Unfortunately when we arrived at the lake one of the beaches was roped off and we started to suspect that something wasn't quite right. When we got to Serena hotel we were told that we weren't allowed to swim in the lake because a boat travelling from the Congo had sunk and they were looking for bodies which were being washed up everywhere. I looked it up and a passenger boat, must likely overfilled so it could take more money from people, and not in a good state of repair had gone down in Lake Kivu (you can see the border from the beach we were on.) Tragically there were over hundred bodies missing - only 37 were rescued... I imagine these were the only ones who could swim, or who maybe found something to cling to - so few people here have learnt to swim, even the ones who live by a lake.
So suddenly we were looking at the view that was so beautiful last week imagining bodies being washed up on the beach, and feeling very sad for all the families that went down, and we decided we didn't really want to say there. We all fell asleep by the pool at the hotel for a while, and then went down the road to get a fresh fish for lunch.
Things change in twelve years. Twelve years ago I distinctly remember a fish arriving with its head and tail on and Pam having hysterics, hardly eating a mouthful and then sloping off to the car for a Mars bar. This time she tucked in, picked the fish off the bone, and even had a conversation with the head of the fish. We ate a whole two plates of this between 3 of us, just using our hands. It was delicious, though I found out today, may not have actually been caught in lake Kivu - many are imported!
As we hadn't had a swim in the lake, we went to Hotel Fatima when we got home, and actually it was an incredible experience, because we happened to be swimming at the same time that a flock of swifts were having their evening bathe! They kept swooping down and skimming their bodies along the surface of the water and then sitting on a wire and fluffing the water through their feathers! It was like being in a 4-D David Attenborough documentary as they swooped towards your head, then veered off just before they hit you! It cheered us up a bit after the emotional morning.
Unfortunately when we arrived at the lake one of the beaches was roped off and we started to suspect that something wasn't quite right. When we got to Serena hotel we were told that we weren't allowed to swim in the lake because a boat travelling from the Congo had sunk and they were looking for bodies which were being washed up everywhere. I looked it up and a passenger boat, must likely overfilled so it could take more money from people, and not in a good state of repair had gone down in Lake Kivu (you can see the border from the beach we were on.) Tragically there were over hundred bodies missing - only 37 were rescued... I imagine these were the only ones who could swim, or who maybe found something to cling to - so few people here have learnt to swim, even the ones who live by a lake.
So suddenly we were looking at the view that was so beautiful last week imagining bodies being washed up on the beach, and feeling very sad for all the families that went down, and we decided we didn't really want to say there. We all fell asleep by the pool at the hotel for a while, and then went down the road to get a fresh fish for lunch.
Things change in twelve years. Twelve years ago I distinctly remember a fish arriving with its head and tail on and Pam having hysterics, hardly eating a mouthful and then sloping off to the car for a Mars bar. This time she tucked in, picked the fish off the bone, and even had a conversation with the head of the fish. We ate a whole two plates of this between 3 of us, just using our hands. It was delicious, though I found out today, may not have actually been caught in lake Kivu - many are imported!
As we hadn't had a swim in the lake, we went to Hotel Fatima when we got home, and actually it was an incredible experience, because we happened to be swimming at the same time that a flock of swifts were having their evening bathe! They kept swooping down and skimming their bodies along the surface of the water and then sitting on a wire and fluffing the water through their feathers! It was like being in a 4-D David Attenborough documentary as they swooped towards your head, then veered off just before they hit you! It cheered us up a bit after the emotional morning.
Tuesday, 23 April 2019
Golden monkeys!!
What an amazing day!! Since the volcanoes national park now charges $1500 to see the gorillas (!!) and I saw them in 2007 at a much much lower price, I decided that it was about time I saw some monkeys...and the price was a LOT more affordable...I suspect we had a bigger group than the people gorilla trekking, as many tourists have now been priced out of the market. As per usual in Africa, buying the tickets could not have been more complicated. We went up to the booking office in Kinigi yesterday, to buy the tickets and the man at the counter said, "You don't need to buy them today, go and have a think about your itinerary, talk to your family, see what you think, see what you want to do....(you get the idea) and buy them tomorrow morning." He said they took card payments... what could possibly go wrong? Justus and I arrived at 7am to a queue of people waiting to pay. At 7.10am the power went off and only cash payments could be taken. "No problem" we were told, "go and get a cup of tea while you wait." Finally the power came back on, but they could only process one card payment at a time. And it took AGES for the machine to reset after the power cut. Somehow I ended up at the back of the line, having done what I was told and gone to get a drink...when it finally came to my turn, it transpired that the lady was just inputting my card details into the website, which I could have done myself from the comfort of my bed. When it came to pay, Nationwide sent me a text with a confirmation number, to prove it was me. I didn't get the text. On asking if I could perhaps leave them with my card and driving license and sort out when I returned from the trip, rather than keep everyone waiting, I was told that I should go to the "local" ATM 2km down the very slow, potholed road, but that they would keep a tour guide back to show us where to go when the group left without us! Off we went. After I had paid cash, of course, the vital text message had arrived! I ended up paying a lot more because of the exchange rate, but by this point I just wanted to see some monkeys. We hiked at speed up a steep, muddy hill, with a wooden stick to assist, to catch up with the others - we are at quite an altitude here, so although the climb wasn't that bad, I was out of breath, just because the air is thinner.
I don't know how long they had to wait, but nobody tried to murder us on arrival so it perhaps wasn't too long. We did move pretty fast. We continued up towards the national park (pretty sure I saw some kind of eagle on the way), and left our extra bags/coats etc just outside the forest, then walked into the thick bamboo. It wasn't very long before we found the monkeys, and suddenly all the stresses of the morning were forgotten about!
The amazing thing was that we were only a group of about 8, along with rangers and tour guides, and we were told when we got there that we could pretty much go anywhere we wanted as long as we kept an eye on the guides so that we didn't get lost and "run into a buffalo" (I kind of wished I had run into a buffalo...or an elephant, but neither come as close to the edge of the park as we were, sadly!) So, you could walk away from the group, and feel like you were just by yourself with the monkeys - they were an amazing range of colours and sizes, and the speed that they can swing through the trees is incredible. I've got lots more photos, but the internet is playing up a bit today, so you've just got me "Dianne Fossey/David Attenborough" style for now!
It was so special being so close to these monkeys, watching them grubbing around in the ground looking for shoots and insects, and leaping through the trees. There were probably about 30-40 around us - they have about 180 altogether in the Volanoes National Park, but this was one cohort. Each group is lead by a female, interestingly enough, but we were lucky that it is mating season because it means they all hang out together. After they have mated they can be more solitary, especially the males. It is the females that stay together in their group for life, hence a female leader. This is the opposite from the gorillas who have an alpha male in charge of each family.
We hiked back down, with more amazing views of the five volcanoes, delivered two rangers back to Kinigi and decided NOT to stop at the cafe where we ate a highly suspect sambosa the previous day. I was expecting it to be vegetable....and it was more like the inside of a haggis...God knows what kind of meat I was eating...and thanks goodness Justus had the one that had gone-off, because I didn't know what to expect so would probably not have noticed that it tasted strange as he did! Felt slightly sick for the rest of the evening....wondering if either of us would spew! Neither of us did...but that is the last time I'm opting for savoury over sweet! Should have just stuck to African tea!!!
Still, sambosas and dodgy card payments aside, I spent a wonderful hour with the monkeys - something I'll never forget...worth every penny!
Sunday
On Sunday I really felt like a day in bed...but unfortunately I was headlining at Francis' church. I had agreed to sing one song with the choir - it had verses in three different languages - everybody joined in the Swahili and the Kinyarwanda verses, and not quite so many the English verse. I was surprisingly nervous, in the rehearsal the day before (which I thought would take 5mins, not involve me standing at the front failing to sing along to another 8 songs in Kinyarwanda awkwardly prancing about for an hour and a half!) it hadn't been brilliant - mainly because in Rwanda you don't sing in a certain key - either the singers start and the keyboard finds them...interesting to hear...or the keyboard starts (in my case) and plays it really low!!
Pam was faffing in the morning (a particular skill she has) as we had the pastor and his family coming for dinner and there was coleslaw to be made...so we were late, and I wondered if we'd missed the singing altogether, but luckily (sadly?) not! Fortunately they had changed things around a bit so that my song was first, and I was able to slope off back to my chair after the 20mins of dancing that proceeded it...I think even they could see that whilst I don't mind a bit of dancing, I was a bit uncomfortable standing with them at the front through all the songs I didn't know! No-one wants an uncomfortable-looking Muzungu cluttering up the place! I actually really enjoyed it, to my surprise, and just decided to dance like no-one was watching...whilst every pair of eyes in the church were in fact watching!!
Pam was faffing in the morning (a particular skill she has) as we had the pastor and his family coming for dinner and there was coleslaw to be made...so we were late, and I wondered if we'd missed the singing altogether, but luckily (sadly?) not! Fortunately they had changed things around a bit so that my song was first, and I was able to slope off back to my chair after the 20mins of dancing that proceeded it...I think even they could see that whilst I don't mind a bit of dancing, I was a bit uncomfortable standing with them at the front through all the songs I didn't know! No-one wants an uncomfortable-looking Muzungu cluttering up the place! I actually really enjoyed it, to my surprise, and just decided to dance like no-one was watching...whilst every pair of eyes in the church were in fact watching!!
The rest of the service was really hard work. I hate it when everybody prays out loud in kinyarwanda, half of them down microphones, and the cocophony of sound is overwhelming and people get worked up, and distressed and its like a scene from a disaster movie... Especially with thunder and lightning in the background... Honestly the biggest crash of thunder I have ever heard!
We came home and dashed around getting ready to host the pastor, his wife and their 4 children, which was fun. We had goat brochettes that we ordered from the local bar (see photo) and Pam made chips...in vast quantites! I did an Easter egg hunt with the kids as I had brought some little easter eggs from UK. They don't have any Easter traditions here, so were a bit bemused by the chocolate eggs, let alone having to find them all round the garden! They got the hang of it though! At the end, the littlest one was collecting bottle tops and when his mother asked him why, he said he was taking them home so that he could hide them around the garden and play the game again!!!! Sweet!
Then just when we thought they were leaving, there was a sermon of thanks, followed by prayers... then he burst into song and three songs later finally tailed off. I love him dearly, but I was so ready to sleep by this point! The nerves and trauma of the morning had taken their toll, and I went to bed very early!
Then when the cocophony ended, Pastor Francis began his sermon. 25 mins in he said, 'this is not actually my sermon, I haven't started it yet!' Then he began the sermon and talked for another hour - I had to read 4 bible passages to the congregation in English (thank goodness Pam was able to find them quickly for me)... And every time I started to lose concentration I was addressed by name to hammer home a point about hell or asked a question like 'how does the queen celebrate her birthday in England?'
Nearly 4 hours we were there. 4 hours!!!!! I daren't tell you what I was praying for! I got the giggles at one point too, but I managed to bury my head in my hands and pretend I was praying. He asked Pam to lay hands on all the sick... she thought there was only the one person who had sidled up at the beginning... so she shut her eyes and spent ages praying for this one woman... When she finally opened her eyes the rest of the congregation was standing at the front waiting for her heeling hands...the look she gave me was hysterical. Apparently they will get testimonies next week to see if anyone is feeling better... I want to know how many ask for a refund!
We came home and dashed around getting ready to host the pastor, his wife and their 4 children, which was fun. We had goat brochettes that we ordered from the local bar (see photo) and Pam made chips...in vast quantites! I did an Easter egg hunt with the kids as I had brought some little easter eggs from UK. They don't have any Easter traditions here, so were a bit bemused by the chocolate eggs, let alone having to find them all round the garden! They got the hang of it though! At the end, the littlest one was collecting bottle tops and when his mother asked him why, he said he was taking them home so that he could hide them around the garden and play the game again!!!! Sweet!Then just when we thought they were leaving, there was a sermon of thanks, followed by prayers... then he burst into song and three songs later finally tailed off. I love him dearly, but I was so ready to sleep by this point! The nerves and trauma of the morning had taken their toll, and I went to bed very early!
Saturday, 20 April 2019
Lake Burera
From one lake to another... This one closer to Ruhengeri, but much more off the beaten track! As you can see we had a car full... There are 9 people in this car - Francis, Jennifer and their 4 children, Pam, Justus and me! Francis and Co used to live in Uganda, near lake Victoria, but since they have lived in Rwanda they have not been to the lake as it is so far! They were so thrilled to have seen it. I think the youngest son, Simeon, has never seen such a vast expanse of water! Everyone was very excited to go for a paddle!
We had to drive down a very steep, rocky, grassy track to get access to the water... (remember this for later in the story!) and there appeared to be a guest house down by the lake, but it looked deserted...I can't imagine how anyone would ever get to it!
We had bought chapatis and bottles of juice for everyone, so we perched on the wall of a building and ate those - it was so deserted that we didn't even build up a crowd of people, as usually happens if a Muzungu stands still for more than 2mins! I watched some bright yellow weaver birds building nests in the reeds, unfortunately, I couldn't really get close enough to get a decent photo...I tried, but once I had climbed down the slope into situ, the birds decided they weren't brave enough to continue building with me there!
We also climbed up a hill to see a shack that Nathan owns...he was going to set it up as a bar and grill, but as with so many of his projects, it never came to be. It is now a deserted building with a guard living in it. But from the top of the hill, there were amazing views over the lake. I got into trouble for taking this photo, as the boats out of shot have been confiscated by the police, from fishermen without permits. The ones on the beach are used by the people with permits. I was slightly sad to see there was nobody fishing. Ten years ago there were young boys with home-made fishing rods and boats carved out of tree trunks...but no longer.
There were some amazing views of Muhabura volcano from this area, and the red soil made everything look beautiful. We have limited amount of data here - Pam has a GB a day and you just get cut off when you've used it up, so I'm not going to post any more photos, but I will happily show anyone who is interested when I get home!
And finally...the drama I hinted at earlier: we started the steep descent back up the hill, and with all those people in the car and the steep uneven ground, the car got stuck! We all got out, but still one of the wheels continued to spin, and we were near an edge so going backwards was difficult. We attempted to put a mat under the tyre, that didn't work....we attempted 2nd gear, that didn't work...we attempted to push, that didn't work. In the end, Pam got behind the wheel and in a heroic feat of skill, she managed to get the car to go backwards enough that it got off the rocky ground and could be rolled back substantially that a she could take a run up at the rocky mound and get over it! I was well impressed! We walked up the hill, so as not to add any weight to the car. It didn't seem to suffer too much, apart from a cover underneath which Justus had to detach as it was trailing on the bottom! So far we have noticed no other ill effects, though I imagine the bottom looks a bit battered.... The fun of driving in Africa!
Classic Lodge
It's exhausting lying on a sun lounger on an empty beach looking at this view and swimming in the lake (Btw for those of you who know him the silhouette is Justus!)
So on Thursday we went to Classic Lodge, 15mins from home, which has been recently built (possibly on the site of the 'special place' that Nathan took us to in 2007 - see earlier in blog if interested!) and spent the morning lying looking at this instead.
In the afternoon we acquired some mix for Rwandan porridge - eight different types of grain - mixed with water and milk. Millet, maize, rice, white sorghum, red sorghum sosoma, wheat and soya! It wasn't quite how I remembered Jackie making it for us (Tubakunde house girl) twelve years ago but she probably didn't have quite as many grains! Was delicious though, and I'm sitting on the veranda, in the early morning sun while everyone else sleeps, getting hungry thinking about it. Time to go and see if I can do as good a job as Justus did making it yesterday!!
Additional: since writing the above I spent a good half an hour making Rwandan porridge. Delighted with my results I then discovered I had made it with gone off milk! I've resorted to toast and marmalade .. How very British!
We had the place to ourselves, and it costs £3 to swim in the pool. It's pretty spectacular swimming with the mountains in the background! I'm being flippant about the swimming and relaxing but actually this is the first time I've come out to Rwanda purely to have a holiday. And Pam has not been very well recently, so this is very much about relaxing rather than volunteer working which I've done in the past. We had a lovely quiet time, and another muzungu friend of Pam's joined us as well. Jane has been living here for 8 years with Isaac, her Rwandan partner.
In the afternoon we acquired some mix for Rwandan porridge - eight different types of grain - mixed with water and milk. Millet, maize, rice, white sorghum, red sorghum sosoma, wheat and soya! It wasn't quite how I remembered Jackie making it for us (Tubakunde house girl) twelve years ago but she probably didn't have quite as many grains! Was delicious though, and I'm sitting on the veranda, in the early morning sun while everyone else sleeps, getting hungry thinking about it. Time to go and see if I can do as good a job as Justus did making it yesterday!!
Additional: since writing the above I spent a good half an hour making Rwandan porridge. Delighted with my results I then discovered I had made it with gone off milk! I've resorted to toast and marmalade .. How very British!
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