I remember waking up to the sudden halt of the car transporting us to Musanze. The driver had being going faster than the acceptable speed limit. The policemen were making road stops of drivers that were breaking the law. It feels like a dream now I said to myself. But only that this dream felt more real. We got to musanze at approximately 12:15pm. This time, I loved the house we were going to call home for the next 5 weeks. It was grand, beautiful and well kept. During the evening we were invited to dinner with out BMET at a restaurant close our house. He introduced us to the head of hygiene at the hospital and a BMET that worked at a town (Gisenyi) an hour away from musanze. We completed the formalities of introduction and set out to order the usual Rwandan goat brochette and fries. Luckily we had a half-day off from work due to a staff meeting that would last longer that expected.
Due to a breach in communication we didn’t end up working today. We used the time to explore the town and get movies. Musanze is the second largest city in Rwanda but somehow it takes only 30mins to walk from my house to the city center. All of the city center can be covered in about an hour. So, I didn’t necessarily find it to be my taste. Although small, it garners the most amount of tourist in Rwanda because of the gorillas and volcanoes.
We set off to work everyday having a variety of equipment to fix. We were successful for the most part due to the lack of complex fixes to be done. I was pleasantly surprised and excited that we had to train a doctor on the use of an EKG from the 70’s. Apart from the successes we had, Anne and I suffered from a certain type of homesickness that I can maybe associate with Nostalgia. We craved the familiarity of a known place and friends. Thankfully the weekend approached as quickly as the week ended. We were going to be reunited with our friends again.
We travelled to the famous city of Gisenyi to see the beautiful lake Kivu. It was Rwanda’s independence day so we decided to spend the rest of the day by the lake. Gisenyi is quite different from the rest of Rwanda. The city wore a flat terrain and it wasn’t as organized and clean. We associated the lack of Rwandan influence to nearness of the city to the Congo border. At least so the locals explained to me