Thursday, 19 May 2016

Nyanza Mwami Palace


Today Senga and I took Paul on his first proper trip of Kigali, to Nyanza in the Southern Province. This is the site of the King's (mwami) Palace. Few people realise that Rwanda still has a king, but he's in exile in America. Rwanda is a republic and Kagame has reportedly said that the mwami can come back as an ordinary citizen, but not as a king. Opposition leaders are currently calling for the return of King Kigeli Ndahindurwa V. Uganda reinstated their kabaka in 1993 under a constitutional monarchy, but it's hard to see that working in Rwanda after so long. Today, the King's Palace affords a tour of how Rwanda's kings used to live. 



Me & Senga



Outside the main palace. Lots of interesting history. If someone was accused of a crime they could seek escape from punishment if they could run up (past all the king's guards) and touch the pole in the doorway. Otherwise, people weren't allowed beyond the white step unless called to approach, and they had to leave bowing as you couldn't turn your back on the king. 




All of the mats in the palace are see-through except these ones which separate the king's bed from prying eyes. Men would sit and talk in the central area and women had a screened section at the back where they were supposed to sing so they couldn't listen to the men.



Central Fire

King's Bed
 
Paul & Senga


Our Fabulous Guide, Jado
This is the entrance to the milk hut. Milk was very sacred and tended to by a virgin girl. If you were offered a pitcher of milk you had to drink sitting down and finish the lot.


This is the beer hut. Beer was also very sacred: banana beer, sorghum beer and honey beer. It was tended by the royal taster who was castrated so that he didn't get drunk and bother the milk virgin.






These are the royal cows who produce the milk. The royal cows are never eaten and are buried when they die. It is traditional for the cows to be sung to. Here's a little video of that.



We also got to taste fresh milk from the royal cows. This was my first time tasting fresh milk and I was surprised it was so warm and sweet. This is Senga tasting. He has a picture of me. I'll add it later. There is a traditional dance which we refer to as 'cow dancing' because the women raise their arms in the air to mimic the horns of the cows.


Then it was on to the modern palace. This was built by the last King of Rwanda, Mutara III who died in 1959. There were rumours that he was poisoned by his Belgian doctor, but it is also rumoured that he suffered a penicillin overdose after long-term treatment for the kind of problems you might expect from keeping a large harem. We are unlikely ever to know the truth. Queen Rosalie was murdered during the genocide and his son is the king in exile.






From the grounds you can see up to the National Art Gallery. This was a second palace built by Mutara III. He wanted one that resembled the houses he'd seen in Europe with an upstairs and downstairs, not a bungalow like his first palace. He died before he could move into it.


After lunch at a nearby hotel, we headed up to the art gallery for a look.


Looking Down to Original Palace

Whereas the Mwami Palace is an excellent day out, you can probably give the art gallery a miss. There wasn't much there, or any explanation of the displays. Had fun on the door - asked for one international, one resident and one national, got issued with tickets for two internationals and a student. Each ticket painstakingly written out by hand - didn't have the heart to correct the mistake. 

There are so many talented artists in Rwanda. They could really do with hiring one as curator and making use of all the outdoor space they have. Would be perfect for a sculpture trail or something. Add some photo exhibitions, multi-media stuff. Breathe some life into the place.

A lovely day though.

Some scenes from the drive home...
















Nyabarongo River Marking Border of Kigali and Southern Province




Wednesday, 18 May 2016

Welcome to Kigali


Thus begins the first post in a mammoth catch-up.

My friend Paul arrived on Saturday. He's worked with my mum for years but takes a few months off to go travelling whenever he can. We met briefly when I was back in the UK, and I'm really excited he's taking the plunge and coming to visit.

The above picture shows how many planes were in the air when he took off. I tracked him all the way across Europe for the first hour using FlightAware, then headed to bed. 



His flight arrived 8am and Senga and I went to collect him. The lawn was manicured, the house spotless, the room made.



The hairy caterpillar removed from the hallway and dumped in the garden hedge.





Got him home with a beer for breakfast, blinking in the sunshine. It was about 12c when he left London and 26c when he arrived.

Headed out for Ethiopian at Lalibela in the evening.


We were going to start Sunday with melange at Karibu, one of my favourite daytime eateries, but when the moto turned up, there was just a large pile of rubble where it used to be. I was gutted. There's so much building work going on in Kigali, nothing is ever where you left it.

We went to Mille Collines (Hotel Rwanda) instead, because of the history. Though you wouldn't know it. There's just a plaque in the car park.



Tried to get a drink and something to eat but the service was so bad that we ended up at Bourbon Coffee in the main shopping centre. 

After a brief introduction to town, we headed to Kigali memorial site for a history lesson. It's currently still the mourning period (100 days from 7 April) so the flames are lit.

Flame of Remembrance




Kwibuka - Never Again



I've been to the centre several times, but this was the first time I'd used the audioguide, which was really good. $15 - definitely worth it.

The next day we went to Habyarimana's Palace. One of my friends from GYC was working there and showed us around. The walled section where the plane crashed is now also a sanctuary for crested cranes. They are the national bird of Uganda but sometimes kept, and mistreated, as pets. The government are trying to get people to give them up. It's really lovely to watch them all strutting about. Once they recover they get released back into the wild.

Crested Crane

Decided to get all of the genocide information out of the way in the first few days, so headed off to Nyamata yesterday. This is a site about half an hour out of town. There are two parts to it. During '94 it was a church where 10,000 people were locked inside and attacked with grenades. Only seven survived. The grenade and fire damage is still visible, and there is a spot on the wall where the blood of babies' heads stains the bricks. The site now houses the remains of 45,000 genocide victims, including bones and clothes. I've borrowed these pictures from other sources.



The coffin contains the body of a woman who represents
those who were raped during the genocide

In between memorial visits, we also headed to Ivuka Arts and went for traditional ugali (foofoo) at a local café.