Venice-Rome-Addis Ababa-Kigali-Bujumbura
Bittersweet-windy-sleepy-hilly-luggageless.
First impression on the country: easygoing.
With B., the first person I met in this country, we passed a number of guys dressed like American basketball players running all together in the streets. Soldiers. Apparently they exercise in uniform only in the mornings.
On the way to the city centre we passed the industrial area, full of people walking up and down like any other African capital, and the Heineken brewery, where the national beer, Primus, is made as well (for those who care, Primus is way better than Tusker!) On the wall surrounding the brewery, a number of men were hand-painting advertisements (of beer, needless to say).
No traffic, old buidlings, an impossible number of potholes (but B. says they are repairing the streets), lots of hills. If Rwanda is the country of a thousand hills, Burundi is the country of the 2639 hills. Literally.
Bittersweet-windy-sleepy-hilly-luggageless.
First impression on the country: easygoing.
With B., the first person I met in this country, we passed a number of guys dressed like American basketball players running all together in the streets. Soldiers. Apparently they exercise in uniform only in the mornings.
On the way to the city centre we passed the industrial area, full of people walking up and down like any other African capital, and the Heineken brewery, where the national beer, Primus, is made as well (for those who care, Primus is way better than Tusker!) On the wall surrounding the brewery, a number of men were hand-painting advertisements (of beer, needless to say).
No traffic, old buidlings, an impossible number of potholes (but B. says they are repairing the streets), lots of hills. If Rwanda is the country of a thousand hills, Burundi is the country of the 2639 hills. Literally.
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