Our hotel at lake Tangayika
The hotel is nice. Just outside Bujumbura at the lake with a nice beach. It is possible to swim in the lake, but not advised as the crocks and hippos live just a mile down the road, they can be there.
Monday I did some work, Hazel mainly did nothing at the pool/beach/bar/room. Tuesday Hazel went to do some (rather a bit) shopping at the pots place, got lost with the taxi to end up where she started, we all had lunch at my colleagues place. Hazel went to go the house of another colleague to fall in the pool and hurt herself, and I just worked with airco on. Wednesday we went to the office together, Hazel to go to the cloth market and I to work. around 11 we went of, got a sandwich for on the road and stopped by the Congolese tourist market. We had to see every stall. Mostly junk, some Kenian stuff you can find all over the world. But we did manage to find a couple of nice pieces. So we had spent all our burundian francs, except for 2100, enough for two cokes at a cheap place, and even spend some dollars and rwandan francs. An uneventful drive back.
During our stay in Bujumbura our newest family member, Musti, decided that after the pest control, known as stinky men had sprayed the garden with insecticide, she did not want to come back. We were not surprised she wanted to stay a night away, but by Wednesday we were getting worried. We contacted her old house a mile away and made the gardener knock on all neighbours doors. No luck. By Friday we were getting desperate and were thinking about posters and advertisement on the local electronic newsgroup. To our big surprise when we came home late Friday night I heard a cat and sure enough she was standing there on the wall. I got her in and we gave her food. I don't know how it is possible for a 3 kilogram cat to eat so much food, she was starving, but otherwise looked fine. Neville was not very pleased with her, maybe because she left him or maybe because she came back, who knows. While she was away he had been very attention seeking, even more then normal.
Friday night we went clubbing. Just to prove we are not old. We had a flyer that the K'Rockodiles were playing at the local dodgy club called Planet. It started at ten, which for us is quite doable. It is not a bad club, there were relatively a lot of white people, because it was a expat band. The band only played once before and will not play again in this formation, because one member is leaving. There were a saxplayer, a trumpet player, drummer, bass guitar, lead guitar, singer and a girl singer. It sounded alright, except the lead guitar was not loud enough and the singer was a bit shouty. Choice of songs could be better. I mean, to sing 'stairway to heaven' you have to be very good, and to be honest, it was not good enough. They also managed to murder 'smells like teen spirit'. They were wearing the most ugly coloured tight trousers, but I think most people were looking at the young girl singer, a beautiful half suriname half dutch girl with a very good voice. I did have my doubts when men in tight trousers started singing 'I will survive'. They even thought it was a good idea to sing it twice, closing with it, then we knew it was definitely time to stop. As it became later the amount of 'challengingly' clothed local girls increased, and they were very interested in the white men; who says rwandans are not sociable?
We had an enjoyable night out and were very please by the welcome we got from Musti.
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