Our next stop was to see Iby’Iwacu Cultural Village. It’s set up so tourists, both foreign and domestic, can see what life used to be like in Rwanda. But first, a few photos from the road.
Posh, David, and I were dressed up as the king’s mother, the king, and the queen, respectively.
The king’s hut.
This guy reminded us of Papa Smurf.
Traditional healer.
Sorghum grinding.
Making tools.
Shooting a bow and arrow. It took me about five minutes to finally figure out how to actually shoot the thing!
Our visit ended with drumming and dancing.
That night at our hotel, a group of kids put on a traditional dance show. While I had politely tolerated being pulled into dancing the previous night, dancing with these kids was so much fun! They were having a great time and were dripping with sweat by the end of it. (I tried to eliminate my scary red eyes in the picture, but it always ended up giving me a black mark over my teeth and nose which looked like a Hitler mustache, so I’ve kept the red eyes instead!)
