Last Sunday was our first day without work since we started the trip two weeks earlier. Unfortunately, everything there is to see in Kigali is closed on Sunday, so Danny decided that we had to make an 8 kilometer hike to an artificial lake they created in the end of the Kigali Golf Club
(Fabienne thought it was a bad bad idea all along). According to our travel guidebook, the lake is supposed to host a wide variety of warm-blooded, beaked, colored or not, plumed or feathered animals, which are generally referred to as birds and do not really interest us. The 8 km plod through the hot city streets at midday was not very exciting to say the least. Local Rwandans were staring at our sweat-soaked miserable bodies with extreme bewilderment. On the other hand, there were many sweet, photogenic African children on the way smiling and waving at us from a distance, but when we got closer they would say money
or give me money
or give me the money
|Half of the artificial lake and half of Danny
When we eventually reached the artificial lake, it indeed honored its description by being square and stinky, and there was not a single bird to watch, because unlike us, the birds were clever enough to stay in the shadows during the hottest time of the day. Just before covering the last stretch of road leading to the lake, a British woman ran in our direction saying that she had just been mugged. We offered her to escort her to the British embassy and gladly left the lake behind. It turned out that she is a music teacher who came to teach at the ReGeneration Music School
of the Solace Ministries
, giving piano, singing and flute lessons to genocide survivors and their children. We exchanged details and decided to visit each other’s programs; we exhaled a sigh of relief: our free afternoon to enjoy without work had finally received a meaning!