Celtic Rover
I continue to tootle through the beautiful west of Rwanda in the mountains along the short of lake Kivu. The roads are lovely and smooth, in fact people seem to sweep them with brooms each day, no kidding, this are main roads and gangs of ladies (usually) are walking along with makeshift brooms clearing leaves and trimming the edges neatly, perhaps this is some sort of goverment benefit scheme but it seems a bit excessive…
Equally surprisingly they have little gray automatic speed camera posts here, even on the remote roads, which are linked over the cell network to a central control, so you can be done for speeding many times before you realise, thankfully nice Irish Hugh who ran the hotel in Kigali warned me.
The country here is lovely the hills coming down to the lake and the fields well organised, everywhere people are walking or cycling on the side of the road, very few cars are seen despite the good roads. I fail to get good photographs mostly because it is hot and humid so everything is covered by a fine mist, tried my best but Tony would have done a better job.
I have now relaxed into Rwanda, again and again I am met in towns and campsites with friendly interested (english speaking) local people who reassure me of the safety of the country and are surprised when they hear of our earlier adventures.
Quite like Rwanda now, specially the west by the lakes
