I could not compare or recollect any thoughts zooming through the vegetated valleys and platforms of rice fields... suddenly we were heading to town.
After visiting a museum explaining all about the ghastly situation and affects of the very recent 1994 Rwandan genocide I was horrified. I couldn't help thinking and looking at things differently. People my age were orphans. A whole generation wiped out. Caged faces were potentially hidden but the elder people felt more reserved.
The children will be the new hope the ones that will be effected but will not remember.
- People lined up for one bus which then departed instead of the conductors shouting, competing and getting people in their one bus of which there were several going in that same direction.
- You have to wear a helmet on a taxi motorbike and each bike is only allowed to carry one person on the back.
- People get points from police if you sell items on the street on an illegal pitch to make sure everyone has an equal amount of space to market their product.
Soon enough we were back on the loaded bikes heading across to Tanzania - only 2 days cycling from Kigali. The Rwandan border was unforgettable; only Rwanda has this exit. We had to cross a bridge with the most energetic waterfall and river followed by a very steep climb linking one immigration office to another. A beautiful strong country. I am very pleased we decided to cycle across West on a loop from Uganda to Rwanda instead of keeping to the southern route. Now back on track the journey continues to Tanzania...