Where to begin? It
has been a very eventful four days; memories that will last forever; some
fantastic and many very comical.
It started with the journey to the Northern part of
Rwanda. I am not sure how I always
choose the packed buses, but at least the driver went at a reasonable
speed. I joined two women I met in
Butare in Kigali. They were going to see
the Gorillas on the same day, so we joined together. It was really nice traveling with
people.
We made it by regular bus to Mustanza, where we had to
take one of the local mini vans. Now
imagine a mini-van with 20 people in it.
They put us in the very back row, four across. I just kept breathing to keep from getting claustrophobia.
Three buses later, we finally made it to a little village
outside of the National Park. The people
at the hotel were so nice, but definitely had in issue with English. The manager made a little fire for us in the
lobby because it was so cold. We were
only paying about $15 per night; I guess you couldn’t expect hot water too.
We got up early to do a hike to Dian Fossey’s gravesite. It had rained the night before, but was clear
in the morning. It was around a 5-hour
hike, but we were confident we could do it in less time. Obviously, we did not understand, when they
said it could be muddy.
In the beginning we tried to walk around all the mud…
impossible…. In the end we were walking
almost knee high in the mud. There was
as much mud in my shoes as out. It was
actually safer to walk in the muddy water than try and walk on the wet clay
dirt outside, where it was very slippery.
One time Rosa, one of the German ladies, had her foot caught in the mud
and it took two people to pull her out.
Then the rain came.!!
Many times I was on my butt in the mud.
Our porter, Bosco, was my savior; He kept trying to hold me up. I almost made him fall more than once. It was a very long 5 hours. You just had to go with it in the end… I gave
Bosco a very big tip.
When we got back to the hotel, the people took all our
clothes and shoes and tried to clean them best they could. There was no way they would dry by morning,
given the dampness in the air. They even
tried to iron our hiking pants to dry them.
Next morning we were back for our Gorilla trek. We wanted to be in the Sousa group, the
largest group, so we got there early.
The Sousa group would mean another long hike, but I was with two twenty
something girls from Germany. They were
ready for the hike… but was I??? I
definitely was on Aleve after tweaking my knee the day before.
We had a two-hour uphill hike through all the agriculture and
we finally arrived at the beautiful rainforest.
It was breathtaking. We were
weaving through bush; sometimes almost crawling. We were taking a shortcut to where they had
spotted the Gorillas.
We arrived!!
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One of the babies |
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The #1 Gorilla and his family
I can’t even begin to tell you how exciting to be just a couple feet away from these amazing … and very big… gorillas. They didn’t seem to mind that we were there. There were so many babies… including twins. It was an experience I will never forget.
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Just as we arrived, one of the Gorillas starting walking
toward me and went right past me, almost touching. My guide told me to step back… I did just in
time.
The drive to both of the treks was long and very bumpy. We had to go through many villages with so
many children. The children were showing
us their report card. It was their last
day of school before Easter break.
The kids would run after our car for more than a mile… these
were 5 to 10 year olds running. We kept
on thinking about the long journey they would have to make to get back to their
homes. They seemed so happy and excited
to see us. Not sure I understand, since
there are groups every day heading up to see the gorillas.
Most of these kids were so dirty. They live in mud huts and are in the dirt and
mud all day long. You just wanted to
take them and put them in hot baths. As
we moved farther up the hill, you could see more and more poverty. The little girls 5 and up were carrying the
babies on their back. Most families
have over 5 kids, so the older ones have to take care of the younger kids. Other kids were helping carry the heavy loads
of potatoes to the market. It was the
only sad part of the two-day adventure!!!
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A Family for the Chickens |

I finally arrived back in Kigali to spend the day with the
Faith Victory NGO to see how the chickens we donated were doing.
I was able to meet 5 families that received
the chickens.
All the families consisted
of a widow or abandoned woman trying to support a house full of kids; sometimes
the kids were not even their kids.
The women
were very excited and had high hopes that they can increase the number of
chickens from 3 to over 10.
They showed
me the eggs that would hatch in 21 days.
The women can receive 150 rwf for each egg, enough to buy
salt, soap, etc. These are basic needs
and without the chickens they would not be able to purchase what is necessary
to survive. There are so many that need
this help, but only so many chickens to pass around.
Tomorrow is my last day in Rwanda!! I am actually ready to go home. Traveling out of a suitcase and having to use
a net to sleep at night because of mosquitos is getting old. I am glad it was a shorter trip this year.
As usual, I am not sure how I got all the stuff in my
suitcase. I haven’t even purchased much
as gifts yet… that is on tomorrow’s agenda.
I know this was a long blog and I really only captured a
small portion of the last few days.
Have a great evening, Paula