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My trip to Rwanda was short but oh so sweet. I fell inlove with everything about the country, from the amazingly kind and friendly people to the fact that I could barely communicate with a lot of them, which made things very interesting lol.
The main language spoken there is Kinyarwanda, followed by French and then English, and some Swahili. I didn’t have trouble with this at the airport though, where two passport control people offered to marry me/find me a Rwandese husband in flawless English (😂😂) but it was a major issue where we stayed.
One big plus about K Town Motel was that it had wifi – something my travels are teaching me not to take for granted – and this helped me stay connected without having to get a local line 😥😥.
The downside was that the employees – who were the nicest people – barely spoke any English. I haven’t dusted off my French in a really long while so I was useless there, but they did speak enough Swahili that we understood each other when hand gestures were mixed in. I actually really loved this because I felt immersed in a completely different culture from my own, and the little reminders here and there made it all the more an experience for me.
We arrived on Friday afternoon and drive through Kigali on our way to the Motel, so I got to see some of it and it’s absolutely breathtaking. They don’t call it the land of a thousand hills for nothing.
Driving through the entire city is literally going down one hill and coming up on another, with buildings and roads and everything just built into the natural setting. No flattening of any area at all, which means that on every hill you got a breathtaking view of the rest of the city down below.
I also have to mention that the country is spotless. Absolutely clean, every single street. This is partly because they have national cleaning days – and I got to experience one on the Saturday we were there. The entire country comes to a standstill on this day, with only those cleaning the streets allowed out of their houses before midday.
All businesses close for this and it’s a military enforced thing, so when guys with guns tell you to go back to your house, you listen. People started popping out at around 1pm and since that was the wedding day, it ended up starting at around 4pm.
More on that in the next post 😊 But yes, I did go there for a traditional wedding between a Rwandese lady and a Nigerian man, so the culture level was soooo high. Can’t wait to show you more 😊 Thanks for dropping by! 😘😘