view on the buspark nyabugogo.

inside the bus to kampala. our destination was kabale though, going to lake bunyonyi.

after a long and more complicated trip than expected, we arrived at the lake. we had to sign in this guestbook.

then we took the boats to the island of the 'hotel'.

almost arrived, some american tourists crossed our way.

we got to know Nils, a dutch doctor. he was more or less the only person we talked to beside the staff. some danish alcoholics were there too and two girls from israel that were reading books all day while their hair was drying.

the first day we just wanted to enjoy the silence and some nature..

birds everywhere.

on day two we decided to take a walk on the islands.

I'm not an expert on the green stuff.. well some of it, but not afican.. but these trees seemed quite special to me.

we ran into a fisherman who showed us a bit of the area.

and then we met some pupils.

i gave one of them the hexar.

they were carrying all these bricks from a to b to build a new school building. we joined and grabbed some rocks as well.

a nice sunset.

after two nights we decided to leave again.. beside a really beautiful place, the food was not quite enjoyable, the mattress was a pain and staff was slow and depressed.. but the reasons are obvious... our boat driver seemed like a cool guy though..

for an hour we walked around in kabale.

something unimaginable to see in clean kigali. rwanda in general is a completely different place to uganda. (just mentioning that because I often hear the sentence "In africa it's like / people are like..." there is no africa in that sense)

at nyabugogo buspark. against our plans, we had to go back to kigali for a night.. because nobody wanted to take us to giseny from the boarder. only the few main roads are good and safe for traveling.

next morning. motos back to the buspark. going downhill.

one of the most popular games..

miriam-humor.

the bus to giseny.

of course always crowded. people listening to radio on their phones and babies puking.. sorta travel routine after a while.

lake kivu

some tilapia fish at the campfire. those were some great evenings...

we took two motos to the market but one went out of fuel.. so we got wet, waiting. someone saw us there and took us with the car, for free.

at the market. bought some leather converse there actually. funny to think about how they got there and now back to the first world...

an AK and a phone.

repairing a flat tire

at the hospital

the biggest 'pot-hole' I came across..

in our bungalow at paradis malahid. such a nice place to stay. dude.. I had a tan.

we spent some time with these kids. some of them were living on the street (we assumed). we tried to support them but it's really difficult to do something that is long-term effective.. again, i wonder where they've got their poses from.. do they know dragon-ball Z O_o ?

view from an internet cafe.

breakfast with that view. can't complain. a man cutting dried leaves with a machete.

some really cute kids..

when i saw that boy and read his shirt.. i just had to ask for a photo. he didn't know much english, so he didn't know what his shirt was saying. another local tried to explain it to him. he was really shy, it wasn't easy to get him to the point where he is confident enough for a photo.. it's something you can't explain at all... all i did was trying to convince him that i have good intentions.

and that was the next frame on that roll. couldn't have been any better.

one of many "marked" houses that will be destructed soon. at least the sign says so. we later passed another 'vuburura'-house which was used as a church. we heard people singing. I wonder how long these houses will stay and if they get replaced.

I took that photo to remind myself how green that place was.

two girls carrying charcoal.

we passed that school where kids saw us from distance and ran towards us to surround and hug us.

at the beach, we went on the pier.

I think it was an unusual sight to see some white people there.. soon we were surrounded by people. i asked if it was cool to take a photo.. more in a "facial expression" way.. also one guy had a film camera which immediately created a nice mutuality.. he had some fuji 200 c41 in there. also happens to be one of the best prints I've ever done so far - much better than this scan.

improvisation is everything.

we were looking for a place to have a lunch break. bob was our waiter... he was so unbelievably kind, I asked for a photo.

later that day at the hot springs. we went there already the day before and nobody was there.. this time a couple of people took a bath. I would usually feel awkward taking photos of people washing... but we started to talk and eat some sugarcane and then it was ok for me to take photos. some other tourist just came and took some digital snaps, without asking.. btw.

at the "end" of our walk.

full of birds.

love that slogan..

guessed bulb exposure after sunset. next entry, I will post some photos and stories from the eastern D.R.C.