Showing posts with label Burundi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Burundi. Show all posts

They're coming back from the market, we're going back from our hike. On the background, the small city of Ruyigi.

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In October 1993, in this petrol station, more than 70 kids from the nearby Kibimba primary school were killed. It is nowadays a monument to the memory of those kids and all the other people who died during la crise and an invitation at never doing it again ("Plus jamais ça!").

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Brochettes de chèvre: you can find them anywhere in the country, and they make a nice snack when you don't have time to eat or are not sure your stomach will be strong enough for to the local standards.

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There's nothing better than riding a bike up and down the hills on a Sunday morning!

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A local restaurant (lesitola, as written on the door). The sign above says that you cannot enter the restaurant with your own food, tea or beer.

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A baker in a small village on a Sunday morning.

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People watching the dances during the Day of the African Child

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Kids on the trees watching the tambourinaires during World Refugee Day.

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Kids watching the dances during the celebrations for the Day of the African Child, 16th of June. But some of them were more interested in watching what the muzungu (the white person) was doing...

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The dance of the Intore Warriors, representing their victories in battle. They dance following the rhytme of whistles and ankle bells, faster and faster and louder and louder, and suddenly stop.

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The magnificent tambourinaires who, dressed with the national colours, dance and play the drums at every public speech, ceremony, holiday or occasion in Burundi. By far, my favourite tradition in this country.

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Not only drought&war


A dancer during the celebrations of the World Refugee Day in a new camp for Congolese refugees in Burundi.

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