Wednesday, July 12, 2006

And finally Kigali

Thankfully monday night in Bujumbura passed wtithout incident from either gunfire or artillery and we were able to sleep till 5:30. Our plan for the final leg of our trip was to head north on the Kigali-Bujumbura road in a taxi. we spoke to our hosts about this idea because a british girl was killed doing the same trip several years ago. We were assured that there hadn't been any ambushes on that road for about year now and that it should be safe enough. however they did warn us that there had been rumours of a rebel offensive in the coming weeks and that the bus went right through the heart of the rebel stronghold.
In spite of this everyone agreed that we were unlikely to be attacked on the road, so we boarded a taxi and headed north. As we soon discovered, a rebel attack would have been the least of our problems, since our taxi driver seemed to have a death wish. it was the most scary drive of my life. He drove so fast that our tires screeched, he overtook on blind corners and at one point he was so busy texting that he drove right through a police check point. Something that could end in the police opening fire on us. Purely by the grace of God we reached the border with Rwanda at about 11. We then had to queue for an hour to get our passports stamped, during which time I was taken out of the line and taken to the back by a Burundi police officer for no reason!!!
Once our passports were stamped, we then sat down beneath some trees and listened to the people around talk about us (since there are so few westerners who speak Kirundi/Ikinyarwanda, most people assume that you do not understand them). Eventually dad turned around and we chatted to them for about half an hour, suring which time I had a number of marriage proposals. None of which I accepted.
We then crossed the border to the rwanda side, got through customs and once everything was sorted jumped back onto the taxi for part 2 of our drive in the taxi from hell. Luckily it seems that our driver had heard that rwandan police do crack down on speeding, so the drive up to Kigali was far less eventful.
We finally arrived in Kigali at around 2, to be met by a number of close friends.
Well, the actual trip has finally come to a exhauting end. However I will try to post some more news whenever anything eventful happens. Thanks to all who have taken the time to rad it.
Take care
Chris

7 Comments:

At 10:14 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Marriage proposals?! You didn't tell me about that on the phone! ;o) Ange X

 
At 3:41 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Glad you arrived safely. Give our love to any who know us. R&T

 
At 6:05 AM, Blogger David Williamson said...

Hey man, I hear you're driving around Kigali in a pick-up truck dressed as a Viking!

Miss you like a camel in Brooklyn thinking about the Sahara. A strange silence pervades Cardiff like the sheets thrown over furniture when a summer house is locked up for the winter.

Will you get to milk a cow on this trip?

Love,
David

 
At 8:45 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Why the long silence? Have enjoyed reading your blogs. Look forward to some more.

Kate Oppong

 
At 3:25 AM, Blogger David Williamson said...

I second Opong! Why the "Finally"? Tell us your adventures.

By the way, Steve Vai was in Coffee One yesterday and he came round and we jammed. He liked all the Hendrix posters and took Bart for a walk.

 
At 5:40 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Chris,
Keep the posts coming.
Sounds eventful
Jonathan

 
At 2:18 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yo, Big Chris!

You may remember me from the crocodile wrestling incident when I was in the jaws of the beastie and you performed the three-point Stanley Andrews exploding reptile pressure point trick. Thanks, but my watch still smells of croc.

Anyhow, I owe you as much ice cream as you can eat. I hear you have a good friend in town with pharmacological powers. Maybe we could devise a new flavour using sodium benzanothol which would glow on the dark: "Eat ice cream and cut your electricity bills". I think it might work.

Amigo, love is a big duck which floats on the tides of life, you can squeeze it but you can't control it, yet it keeps bobbing. That's what I've learned after three years of very happy marriage to Angelina Jolie's sister. It was a Jacob in the tent kind of thing and it rather put me off my eggs and bacon but I was okay by the time the coffee came round. Besides, it means I can hang out with Brad Pitt.

I'll give you a hug the next time you come to see the gorillas.

Ntwari

 

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