Most literary works about Rwanda, both fiction and non-fiction, focus on the 1994 Genocide against the Tutsi. There are very few books which don’t have those atrocities at the centre of their narratives (although I have read a couple: Roz Carr’s memoir and Gaile Parkin’s feel-good novel). However, it’s not at all surprising as these events are still haunting every Rwandan – I don’t think there is one national of this country who was not affected by it. Everyone here lost someone in the 1990s. Canadian journalist and author Gil Courtemanche arrived in Rwanda shortly after the Genocide but in his first novel, first published in Canada in 2000 (the English translation came out in 2003), he managed to recreate the horrible events in such a convincing way that it reads like a very moving memoir. Continue reading “A Sunday at the Pool in Kigali by Gil Courtemanche”
It’s time to bust a myth around the quality of internet connection in Rwanda. I held on to my belief that it’s awesome for as long as I could (it certainly used to be very good – in the About me tab you will read that it was faster here than in South Africa – well, it really was, two years ago). Well, it’s time to stop fooling myself and face reality: it’s not that awesome at all. Continue reading “Internet in Rwanda”
Yesterday the Rwanda Development Board announced new tariffs for gorilla trekking in the Volcanoes National Park. They doubled the price and don’t offer discounts to residents anymore. Actually, this is a fixed price for everyone, including Rwandans! Smart move, or have RDB shot themselves in the foot? Continue reading “New (crazy) prices of gorilla trekking permits”
I once wrote about things I was getting used to in Rwanda, and I think I am indeed already used to them 😉 But this doesn’t mean there aren’t other things which I still find strange or surprising. Nothing big mainly, but still. Like lemons 🙂
Continue reading “In the land of green lemons and powerful bosses: things that can surprise you in Rwanda ;)”
It’s eerily quiet this morning. The only sound is birds signing, a rooster crowing somewhere in the distance, and rain lightly tapping on the roof. No cars, no people walking around, no voices. The only human noise I’ve heard so far is the neighbours’ little child crying.
Today Rwanda commemorates the beginning of the Genocide in 1994. Over the 100 days that followed, over 800,000 people were slaughtered. Continue reading “Kwibuka23 – remembering the Rwandan Genocide”