Water Front Hotel
- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Swimming pool
- Business Services
- Fitness/Health center
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Travel Blogs from Bujumbura
... and soap. Transportation in the city is mainly on the back of motorcycles, not really comfortable and I now have had the doubtful pleasure of long rides up and downhill. the first ride was in the sun downhill very fast, then in the rain uphill a lot slower. The one up and downhil in the rain without streetlights after sunset was not a real fun ride. The last one was on Bussi from the boat to the center with suitcases rain and muddy road with potholes, the car that ...
... hour bus rides and border crossings.
Passed through Butare/ Huye Town, the old capital of Rwanda and a hub for higher education. It's said that someone who only attended up to grade 6 has the intelligence of someone who went up to grade 8 or 12 because of growing up in Huye--something about being immersed in such a learned placed. It was lovely and verdant with sunny blue skies and gentle rolling hills (instead of the angry, grim cliffs ...
Dear friends and family this is my first and probably last entree from Burundi this time. On 17.07 I arrived at Lod airport and found an incredible mess, too many people at 11.00 pm, the worst part was the amount of crying children being dragged around by parents. I think we need to suggest a law that they should not be allowed to travel past midnight.
The plane was full and I was amazed that the fish they served at 2 am was tasty. Sleeping ...
... all kinds of goods up the hills. A few bicycle taxis are taking ladies into town as they sit, side-saddle over the rear wheel.. Off to the right, people are working in the rice fields. Off to the left are huge sacks of rice plants waiting to be picked up by a biker transporter. These bicycle transporters are amazing because they have old, slow bikes that are laden with huge amounts of weight. Yet they manage to keep them going without falling as they go through the roughest parts of ...
... In fact one of them followed me to the counter where I was to pay the $40 and told the teller something in Kirundi. He then looked at me “I told her you were my uncle, and to hurry up.” I didn’t see much family resemblance between us, but I thanked my new nephew and moved into the luggage carousel area, thinking on the brevity of life. Only yesterday I would have been his brother, now I’ve moved into the uncle category. Ah well, at least ...