Kigali: A Vacation from Africa in Africa
Kigali: A Vacation from Africa in Africa.
Jan 29 (cont’d)
I seem to be living on peanuts… I mean the actual nuts, but I am living off of nothing as well. Peanuts are my go-to for fighting off hunger when I get too preoccupied to remember to eat and then realize I had better put something in me to alleviate the void.
They roast and salt them in the skin, that you eat as well, here and they are probably the best peanuts I have ever had in my life. If I end up with high blood pressure because of salt intake, it will be due to this phase of my life…
After I finished with the Kigali Genocide Memorial, I came back to the hotel to check in again. When it got dark I went for a walk to find a SIM card for my phone. I came across a young guy at a small table who seemed to be selling what I needed.
Word of mouth works fast in Africa. My guy told a guy and that guy told another guy and then two minutes later a guy arrived with a SIM card. I paid about $0.80 for it, but it was one of the large SIMs and no one had the device to chop it down to the right size. Everything in Africa seems to be a challenge that needs to be manipulated somehow…
So, a knife showed up, along with seven onlookers who were curious to see what the Caucasian man might be doing. It is funny how curious people get in Africa.
The guy, who had been sitting at the table, used his knife to hack the SIM down to size, but his knife was dull. I pulled my jack-knife out of my pocket, much to the amazement of everyone standing around who “Oohed.”
Between three of us, one guy would run the knife, one guy would hold the SIM and one guy would hold the table steady. It took us about 10 minutes, but we were able to crudely shape the SIM to make it work. Voila, it fit and it worked!
When my phone was up and running, I asked my new friends where I could go to eat. They sent me to a bar where I drank a 720ml bottle of Primus and some girl brought me a soup-meal called “Biollo”. It is a red broth, and inside is carrots, potato, banana and some small pieces of stomach. On a plate beside the soup, she had a large chunk of beef that she chopped up for me and dropped into the soup. It turned out to be delicious! There was a side of liquid hot sauce that was so blunt and so spicy that when I dropped some of it into the soup, it did not even separate. It was just a glop of hot trouble.
I had one more beer while chatting with the owner of the bar and then walked home at midnight.