Woke up due to a slight drizzle and did not have my fly on so got up at 4:45 am. thinking sunrise was at 6. Got all packed and checked my Garmin and sunrise was only at 7:02 , so went for a swim in the pitch dark to kill some time. I met a young Dutch guy who was on KLR and been on the road for a year and had left the day prior. He was in a hurry as he was leaving for back home next week and had a lot of ground to cover. So I went up to the reception late afternoon and there he is , battered and bruised. He was on the road I had come up and his panniers came loose and fell off unbeknownst to him. So he turned around to find them and hid a slaggat and lost control and came off with the bike landing on him. So ended up driving all the way back 170km back to the camp , never finding his panniers which had all his tools and spares and medical bag. He had back pain and was a little shaken up undestandably . I gave him what I could and he was going to rest up for a day and hoping he would be able to leave the following day, so hope it panned out for him.
I couldn't go through Burundi cause of visa issues. So I went North right up to Burundi and then south to Kisulu on an amazing dirt road which climbed for about 2500ft through many villages. In Kisulu I had a chicken soup brekfast at a local eatery and then got going again cause I wanted to make Kigali by nightfall, plus I had a border crossing. The road to Kibondo was packed red dirt in excellent shape and a lot of fun with a slight glazing of loose pebbles which made it interesting. From Kibondo to Nyakanazi the road was not to good and that's where the Dutch guy came second. Then it was tar to the border which was terribly potholed and slow going to the border. The border was a breeze, 30 minutes was into Rwanda. Paid US $30 for a visa and the Carnet was all that was required, real easy. Was 157km to Kigali and it was noticebly wealthier country and the first thing that struck me there was no garbage and filth anywhere, was unbelievable, I did not see a coke can or plastic bottle or bag the whole way to Kigali. Being a Sunday, there were lots of people around the entire route and they seem to dress so well compared to the countries south , maybe cause it was their Sunday best , but real noticeable. Was a long 12 hour drive , with no food or drink since my lovely chicken soup , so was ravenous and rather thirsty when I arrived at the hostel which was full and so had to pitch my tent in the garden. They then told me they did not have food for me , so I explained to them that was not an option and needed to eat. A huge, I mean huge plate of food arrived which I scoffed down like a little piggy.
Went to the Genocide Memorial today in Kigali , hard to believe it only happened 22 years ago and the world turned its back on them, real disturbing. What a beautiful lush clean country that is recovering remarkably well.