Lake View Apartments and Hotel
Travel Blogs from Gisenyi
... I went to get the bags. Back by the bus, our English speaking bus friend stopped a passing moto-taxi, with a passenger on it, and said the Kinyarwandan equivalent of ‘Follow that car!’. I hesitated for a few seconds, knowing that all mine and Jude’s bags were in the bus and that neither me nor Jude are now anywhere near the bus. Choosing to trust Rwandans (and they haven’t given me any reason not to yet) I jump on the back of the mototaxi. Elsewhere, ...
... If there are any issues they will intervene and fix any health issues. The trackers also help to prevent poachers.
The track to get to the gorillas was very steep, there was a small path cut into the mountains yet we still had to move thru a lot of plants. We went up for about 40 minutes then we were told to leave all our equipment in a pile (except cameras). We then proceeded off the the track where things got extremely difficult. Stinging nettles ...
... at a fancy hotel where we could have wifi if
we ordered food. The rooms here were $75. The passionfruit drink and
fruit salad were excellent.
Then off to the lake. It's a BIG lake and we could not see the shore
on the far side. The Congo is the far shore. Somewhere out in the
distance is a structure. Oil well? No methane. Greeted by several
people as we walked, including a young nun who spoke excellent
... but obviously
the limit is not adhered to here.
At the stop in the town we wanted, all got off and young men on
motorbikes knew we needed help!!! How did they know? No idea. But
negotiations took place, I checked with the bus driver as he seemed
to understand our destination. So 3 motor bikes later, Chris on one,
me on the next and suitcase in the third, we were off. These guys
carry a crash helmet over one arm ...
... his right maybe 10-15 feet from him as he sat munching on the eucalyptus tree. We rounded back so he was facing us. Eventually he moved past us causing us all to have to back away quickly as we weren't sure if he was coming toward us. We were taught to make sounds as if you were double clearing your throat and that was meant as hello. This was reciprocated back to us.
Next we continued uphill passing several gorillas playing in trees and debarking them to get to the ...