For pictures and words on the first part of my weekend in Kibuye, check here.
The second day in Kibuye, I woke up and took a walk around the lake. I found a small dock to photograph from as the sun rose. It’s extraneous to reiterate, but Lake Kivu is stunningly gorgeous—as the sun rises, a gray fog settles over the surface of the water, rendering everything various shades of deep green and blue.
The other side of the lake was surrounded by crawling vines with purple blossoms, and trees curling in jerky patterns around the water’s perimeter.
In the afternoon, the group of Swiss students I regrouped for a boat ride to some of the outlying islands. The day before, we’d been told about an island with birds, an island with a monkey, and an island with a beach.
Once we arrived at the first island, we clamored out of the boat and immediately started hiking after our boat driver and guide, who was sprinting up the basically vertical island.
There was no real explanation as for why we were sprinting upwards in sandals, weaving around branches, save for a beautiful view from the top.
When we finally got to the top of the island, our guide declared that the island was full of “bats.” He then proceeded to pick up several stones, launching them into the treetops below and unleashing an onslaught of literally thousands of bats. The bats made shrill shrieking noises as they flaw frantically around us, which was equal parts terrifying and fascinating. We hiked downwards, through the clouds of bats, and took the boat to a second island.
This island was pleasantly devoid of bats, and sparse save for a campsite.
We hiked across the small island to the opposite side, where two girls in our group waded through the water to the island adjacent. Some girls swam, but on account of my nasty moto burn (and the fact that the bulk of my encounters in life are governed by Murphy’s Law), I stood on the shore and [unsurprisingly] shot photos.
On the boat ride back, we passed a another hill of an island. It’s so curious to me the way in which people and physically geography interface, as every building on the island seemed to acquiesce to the aggressive upwards slope of the island.
Once we got back to the shore, we met the most charming little guy, Alvin. He speaks English , French and Kinyarwanda, and was all about the camera. His smile was also the best thing, ever. More on being back in Kigali later this week.