The bus ride to Kibuye is nauseating, as evidenced by the Rwandese woman lying across the seats and trying to control her gag reflex
Lake Kivu, with the skies smiling on it
Gabi, me, Lake Kivu.
Ban, me, Janna
Lake Kivu
A church in Kibuye in which 4,500 Rwandese were killed in the 1994 Genocide. They have since restored it and installed new stained glass windows and friezes. It remains a somber reminder of how severely the people of Kibuye suffered in 1994.
Lake Kivu in the morning
So civilized. Sipping tea in our cottage on the hill on our first morning in Kibuye.
Gabi, looking particularly pleased.
Miriam and Janna can't decide if they are amused or upset that an order of “pottage” for breakfast ended up being green pea soup and not porridge.
Not a bad view to wake up to
Gabi poses as a ruse to catch the girl carrying the small bag on her head. Head luggage sightings are endlessly entertaining.
Five mzungu women on bikes created a bit of a stir at the moto stand--and as we tore through the tiny town of Kibuye.
Destination reached. Notice Miriam's strategic hat (she doesn't like the helmet on her hair) and Ban's apparent attachment to the protective device.
The lake, with the Democratic Republic of Congo in the distance
Miriam and me on our way to Amahoro (Peace) Island.
I'm not as freakishly large as I appear . . . I'm sitting on a stack of life vests
See the camera on the left? Check this image out in two angles!
Boom! Psychadelic, no?
A walk around the island
Gabi takes a dip in the lake
They're like little kids, unable to contain their excitement at the combination of water and abandoned boats
Wave!
Sunburnt and happy, we get back on the boat to the mainland
Back at the cottage, we tap into Ban's supply of precious chocolate. Here, the final morsal of some Lindt . . . some may ask why anyone would leave a morsel that small. The answer: when you live in Rwanda and the only decent chocolate has to be imported from a different continent, you'd savor it too.
