VIP Palace Goma
Travel Blogs from Goma
... down the road, Jude has given up and is standing sweating and panting having watched the car turn a corner and disappear in the distance. Suddenly he turns and sees a moto taxi approaching with me on the back, complete with bright red helmet, holding out the copy of Fight Club I still have in my hand from the bus and shouting “Go get the bags! I’ll get the car!”.
As we drive on, it does occur to me that perhaps Jude is wrong, and this is just a random car ...
... bible college where we were staying, after a highly uncomfortable bumpy journey in the minibus, was another contrast. We were staying in a very large compound by the huge lake Kivu (one evening we swam in the lake). The scenery here was beautiful, lovely green mountains all around us and we could see Goma in the distance across the lake (it looked okay from far away). It didn't feel like we were in the middle of a war zone while we were there. The ...
... grass to avoid being beheaded by the wings of the aircraft. So if you ever get to see a headless man running on the runway of an international airport you know its me. Within a week of our arrival M23 took over Goma, Goma Airport became a bone of contention between M23 and UN and there was no way that I could run for about a month. From Dec 12 onwards when the situation stabilized I was able to again commence running. Meanwhile Harry who shares the same degree of ...
... flash hotel for lunch and internet. The conference
that was on yesterday is still happening - an HIV conference which
will run all week. Our lunch is from the buffet provided for the
conference. Local fish, chewy low quality beef, rice, chips, yam,
spinach; preceded by a plate of salad. (Warwick did not do his usual
and remind me not to eat salad - he must think this hotel is flash
enough to be safe, or he has given up ...
... to get a decent education they could have made it big in life.
As we roll down further ahead down the road, towards the URUGUAYANS location and Transit Camp area, the driver has to use all his Indian driving skills to avoid getting hit
by the ubiquitous “TSHIKUDUs” overtaking him from both the sides. These are
medieval wooden bicycles, with no propulsion but gravity, no brakes but one leg