Since holidaying in Rwanda, I've been spending my time in and around Kampala. This a short blog post with a bit of an update on some of things I've been up to.

The rainy season is just coming to an end here and, although, in practice this means it rains briefly most nights and mornings (with the odd full day of rain) and then the sun shines again, I have found the walk to work through a significant amount of mud a little challenging - so much so that I considered buying a pair of wellies (not quite what I expected to be adding to my wardrobe living in Africa!).

We've also had two more public holidays recently. The 3rd June is Martyrs Day here. For those interested in the background; in late May 1886 an unknown number of men and women, suspected or known to have been baptised, were forced to march to an area of Kampala called Namugongo and imprisoned. On the 3rd of June those that refused to denounce their faith (at least 26) were massacred. Martyrs Day marks this and there were various celebrations and marches in Kampala (though I must admit I spent most of the day at a BBQ...)

Tomorrow (9th June) is Heroes Day, which is in honour of those  who sacrificed themselves to better the lives of the Ugandan people.  Many of the heroes officially recognised by the government are fallen soldiers who died during Uganda's civil war in the 1980s. The holiday is quite divisive with debate about what constitutes a hero and no widespread agreement as to which of that war's fallen should be honoured (the Ugandan opposition are boycotting tomorrow's celebrations apparently).

On this public holiday weekend, the annual LaBa Arts festival took place. You can see more info here. Yesterday the festival was held in Kisementi (a square of shops,bars and a new shopping mall) with various small exhibitions, stalls and performances (cultural dancing, a percussion band, breakdances, fashion parade etc). Here are a few pics:

I've generally been trying to check out Kampala's cultural scene a little. I also went to the opening of an exhibition by a famous Ugandan artist called Ronex (if you're interested in looking at his work, you can see it here) at a lovely little art gallery called Afriart. Last night I visited the National theatre for the first time and went to see the Kampala Amateur Dramatic Society's (KADS) production of Grease, which was fun. Here are a couple of pics!:

I'm also still going to my Luganda classes twice a week - and still finding it a bit of a tricky language to learn, though I am starting to understand snippets of conversations when I'm out and about. I find the pronunciation quite difficult, along with the lack of logic (our teacher will introduce a rule and for a moment it all seems clear, but then he'll introduce about 10 exemptions to that rule...). It's a really lovely class though and I'm also learning quite a bit about Ugandan culture and practices.

One class that particularly made my head spin was when we learnt about time. In Uganda, as we're on the equator, the sun sets and rises pretty much at the same time every day. So for Ugandans they start time at the hour at which the sun rises. So our 7am, is 1 in Uganda. Plus they use words rather than AM and PM. So, 2am in the UK is 08:00 Ez'omutumbi (translates as "the 8:00 when the sky is black"). Once you start adding minutes on to the hours, it gets more complicated. To say " The time is 6:45pm" (so 12:45 Ugandan) you say:

"Saawa kkuminabili n'eddakiika annamutaano ez'olweggulo"

Confused? So were we...

Much of the meaning of the words depends on tone and emphasis. Often the same word has more than one meaning and the meaning can be told by the emphasis in tone. For example, the word "okutta" means "to set free" and also means "to kill", which apparently was historically unfortunate for at least one man who was imprisoned by the King Of Buganda and set free (the King's men misinterpreted the tone and so the man was killed...). The word "amazzi" means "water" but also means "excrement", depending on the tone used (which obviously could be embarrassing if you used the wrong emphasis when ordering a bottle of water...)

Finally, I particularly like that, as Luganda is a developing language, many of the words are borrowed. So the verb "to Skype" is "okuskypinga" and to use facebook is "okufacebookinga".  For clothing, a t-shirt is "t-saati", jeans are "jiini" and socks are "sokisi".

The class runs for another month. Apparently, we have an exam at the end. I'm really hoping there are lots of questions about borrowed words and not many about the time!

Finally, I spent a weekend in Jinja. Jinja is just a couple of hours drive from Kampala and is famous for being the source of Nile (and for various adventure sports...). I've been a couple of times and this time we stayed at a lovely place called Holland Park. Here are a few pics:

We stayed in some lovely cottages

 

Strange bug with a broken leg!

 

 

 

I'm still really enjoying being at Hands for Hope and have been busy. I'll do a separate post soon on some of the things we've been up to. 

The country of a thousand hills (part two - the country!)

This is my second post on my recent trip to Rwanda. After spending a couple of days exploring Kigali (see part one!), Becks and I took a six hour bus journey to Kamembe in the Rusizi district, in the south west of Rwanda. 

I had been told a few horror stories about people being a little ill on the bus, due to the hills and winding roads. Luckily there were no such incidents on our journey and it was fantastic to get a glimpse of the landscapes and wildlife, particularly the last couple of hours as we travelled through Nyungwe Forest National Park (and spotted quite a few monkeys!).

Becks has been living in Kamembe since last September and it was great to see where she's living and meet some of her fellow volunteers. On the first night, we all went out for dinner at a favourite dining venue, Hotel du Chutes, where I sampled their famous beef brochette (a beef kebab essentially, but nicer) and chips (everything I ordered in Rwanda seemed to come with chips!). 

Kamembe sits on the banks of Lake Kivu, on the border with the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC). Lake Kivu is incredibly stunning:

 

 

 

 

Half of Lake Kivu is in Rwanda and half is in the DRC. The island you can see on the following picture (taken from hotel veranda near to where Becks lives) is actually in the DRC:




From this veranda, we watched the night fishermen sail ourtonto the lake to start their night's work. As they sail out, they all sing a traditional song. When they come back in the morning, their wives wait for them on the shore and sing them home. They fish in groups of three boats attached together and the fishermen (bravely!) walk between the boats on thin pieces of wood.

The following day we went for a walk around the hills of Kamembe and saw from a distance the fish being sold at market:

A view of Kamembe

 

May 1st, Labour Day, is a public holiday in Rwanda (and Uganda) and we had been told about a procession taking place, followed by a football match with the army playing the district (essentially the local council workers). The timings of when this was all going to happen were a bit confused and we managed to get to the stadium towards the end of the match! In the final moments, the army scored, but the goal was disallowed, so the game ended in a no score draw.

 

 

The two teams pose for a photo at the end of the match.

Becks lives next door to a lovely family with lots of adults and children living in a one-roomed house, and she and her family do quite a lot to support the children. Before we left Kamembe, we spent a bit of time with the children; teaching them to sing "heads, shoulders, knees and toes" and blowing bubbles, which they absolutely loved:

After two days in Kamembe, we took a boat up the entire length of Lake Kivu. The boat trip took just over 8 hours:

The night fishermen about to head home

 

 

The boat only sails a couple of times a week and it seemed to be an occasion everywhere we stopped, with people from the local villages coming on to the banks to see the boat -

We didn't wait for latecomers; they had to catch up in this little boat and jump on from there!-

 

 

We made a little friend on the boat, who came and sat with us for several hours!

The first half of the boat trip was great, but as time went on, it got busier and busier and hotter and I was pleased when we arrived in our destination, Gisenyi!

Gisenyi is a small city in Rubavu district in the Western Province of Rwanda. The city is on the northern shore of lake Kivu and has several hotels and three sandy beaches, giving it a more of a seaside holiday resort feel. It also has the only brewery in Rwanda, which manufactures the local beers Primus and Mützig.

We stayed at Inzu Lodge, which is set in the hills with views over Lake Kivu and probably one of the nicest places I've stayed since coming to Africa. We met a couple here from the UK who were in the first week of a 13month trip around Africa and South America. They're going to be in Kampala this week and staying at my flat, so I'm looking forward to showing them round the local area here.



Our tent!

 

View from the tent.

The bar!

Inzu lodge at night

Walking into Gisenyi town

Gisenyi is also borders the DRC and we took a walk down to the border crossing:

Gisenyi beach

 

After two days in Gisenyi, I took the slightly shorter 3 hour bus journey to Kigali and then headed back to Uganda. It was really fantastic to travel around another East African country and to meet lots of people who are living and working there. Thanks Becks and all your friends for being such great hosts!

The country of a thousand hills (part one- the City!).

A few weeks ago I spent six days exploring one of Uganda’s neighbouring countries, Rwanda, starting in the capital, Kigali. I visited my friend Becks, who is doing a two year VSO placement there. Becks is a Education Leadership Advisor in Western Rwanda (see next blog post!) and is training and supporting head teachers to develop their leadership and management skills (you can see Becks' blog here). 

Here are a few interesting facts about Rwanda:

• Rwanda is often referred to as "pays des mille collines" or "the country of a thousand hills". This is not an exaggeration; there seems to be hardly any flat land!
• Plastic bags are banned in Rwanda and you’re not allowed to take them into the country.
• The currency is the Rwandan Franc.
• On the last Saturday of every month, the whole country stops whatever it’s doing for the morning and works for the public good, cleaning streets, repairing roads and building schools. This is mandatory and is known as Umuganda day (literally meaning "community service day").
• There are a number of local beers. I tried out the Primus:

• It’s culturally unacceptable to eat whilst walking along the street.
• Rwanda has the highest percentage of women in its Parliament of anywhere in the world — nearly 64%.
• The main languages are Kinyarwanda, English and French. Up until 2008, French was the main language taught in schools. In 2008 the government announced that English would be the main language to be taught and the curriculum was changed, pretty much overnight. This created some challenges for the teachers! I found that people were very keen to teach tourists some key Kinyarwanda phrases. Here are a few:

 

This photo was taken at Nyamirambo women’s centre, which I visited In Kigali. The centre was set up by 18 local women and runs as a collective, offering training, education and employment to women and promoting gender equality.

In particular the women are trained in tailoring and make clothes, purses, bags etc to sell and generate an income. All the fabrics are very bright and I was struck by the vividness of the colours the women in Rwanda wear; influenced I think from their Western neighbours; countries such as the DRC.

 

I bought the orange dress/ top (next to the flipchart in the pic above) for my niece, Lily. I imagine she will be the only baby in Burton Latimer wearing West African fabrics! (although she did burst into tears when I showed her it on Skype last weekend! (the only time she cried in the hour long Skype call…!)).

I spent a really lovely morning with the staff at the centre learning about the work they do, exploring the area and eating a local lunch. Nyamirambo, Kigali's Muslim quarter, is the oldest part of the City and most multicultural peopled with migrants from across the continent. My lunch was prepared by one of the local women, Rosa, a Congolese refugee who lived in a small house with her son and daughter. It was quite a privilege to eat lunch with her in her home (and she was a very good cook!).

 

Local tailors

 

Local lunch

As we walked around the area, we visited some women at a local hairdressers. They were insistent on weaving my hair. They did two strands:

 

 

(I kept these in until the evening. It took me quite a long time to take them out (I’m not sure what everyone else in the restaurant thought, as I piled up threads of hair on my table…)).

I spent the rest of my time in the centre of Kigali. Kigali is known to be one of the cleanest and most ordered African capitals. I was struck by how less chaotic it felt than Kampala, in particular the roads and traffic (no pot holes, pavements exist, there are lots of traffic lights and signs and people take notice of them, moto drivers wear helmets and don’t load their bikes high with all kinds of belongings (I actually saw a boda in Kampala this week with two people on it and a double bed frame!)).

A couple of pics of the centre of Kigali:

 

I spent a couple of days exploring the city and visiting the sights, which are mainly focussed around the genocide. April was the 20^th anniversary month of the genocide (there has been quite a lot of coverage in the British press about the development of Rwanda and Kigali since the genocide. You can see one of the articles here). 

In 100 days, an estimated one million Tutsis and moderate Hutus were killed by the Interahamwe. The Kigali Memorial Centre honours the 250,000 buried there in mass graves and tries to explain how the genocide happened and how it was largely ignored by the international community. There is a section on other genocides that have taken place across the world. The centre is also acts as an international education and research centre; educating school children, delivering conflict resolution training and carrying out research, in an attempt to ensure that genocide never happens again.

 

 

I also visited the presidential palace (now called the State House Museum), where the former president Hayarimana’s plane was shot down; a catalyst to the start of the genocide. I found it slightly eerie and ghost like, with everything left in its place from that day and the plane wreckage still in the grounds.

I went to the Camp Kigali Memorial, a memorial to the 10 Beligian UN peacekeepers who were killed on the first day of the genocide.

 

Each pillar represents one of the peacekeepers that died and the number of cuts in the stone relate to the soldier's age.

 

Finally Becks and I went for a Primus at Hotel des Mille Collines, otherwise known as “Hotel Rwanda”.

After Kigali, I explored the west of the country and its amazingly beautiful rivers and landscapes. Blog post to follow.....