Day 9
During the night, the wind picked up, and the sky is overcast this morning.
We go down as planned to have breakfast at 7:00 AM, but the buffet won’t be ready until 7:30. Still, we have enough time to grab a bite.
At 8:00 AM, after checking out, we head by car to the small private beach just a few minutes from the hotel. We board a wooden boat similar to the one we took yesterday afternoon. But this morning, instead of smooth waters, big waves are rocking Lake Kivu. They’re as high as the base of the boat, and we’re getting tossed around. A few minutes after leaving the shore, we put on our ponchos and cover our backpacks because the water is splashing us quite a bit.
The boat moves slowly, and since I don’t have my sea legs, seasickness joins the party...
The experience is nothing like yesterday afternoon. After 15-20 minutes with no sign of the waves calming down—and worried 😨 about our safety (we were already picturing ourselves capsizing)—we ask to head back to solid ground... much to Ronnie’s relief, who didn’t seem to be enjoying the trip either. The captain, however, assures us there’s no danger—uh, we’ll have to take his word for it...
On the way back, we catch a glimpse of Goma. This trip feels like it’s taking forever. The waves are so big that the captain can’t head straight to shore but has to work with the direction of the waves. The ride lasts 40 minutes—40 minutes too many for me 🤢.
Looking back, I still don’t know why we agreed to board in weather like this... I still don’t have an answer...
We’re back at the car by 8:45 AM. We head straight for Uganda. The drive is pretty quick, and in just 1.5–1.75 hours, we reach the Cyanika border.
We get out of the car and cross the border on foot. First, we show our passports. Then, about fifty meters later, we reach the Ebola checkpoint. We have to disinfect our hands, a woman takes our temperature, and finally, under a WHO-colored tent, two people jot down our names, contact details, nationalities, where we’re coming from, and where we’re headed. It feels a little strange.

After getting our exit and entry stamps, we wait a few minutes for Ronnie to catch up with the vehicle.
The formalities take 45 minutes. We’re in Uganda!!!
Even though we had a wonderful week in Rwanda, we’re excited to continue our trip—it’s D-3 until we see the gorillas! 🦍
Right after the border, we try to exchange our Rwandan francs for dollars, but the exchange rate is only favorable for those offering the exchange... Oh well! We’ll see at the airport.
The 10 km to Kisoro fly by. Compared to Rwanda, we quickly notice the difference in cleanliness. On this short stretch, we see more trash by the roadside than we did in a whole week in Rwanda. It makes you think... the ban on single-use plastics probably has something to do with it, and we can only applaud Rwanda’s initiative.
We arrive at the Travellers Rest Hotel in Kisoro at 11:45 AM. Well... 12:45 PM because we have to set our watches an hour ahead. Apparently, Diane Fossey also stayed at this lodge.




It’s the Sunday before Christmas, and the lodge staff are having a little celebration, so lunch won’t be served until after 2:00 PM. While we wait to eat, we take the chance to explore the lodge’s large garden. The sky is still overcast, and we can feel the humidity in the air.



Ronnie suggests we go to Lake Mutanda this afternoon, much to our delight—though pleasant, we weren’t exactly thrilled about spending the whole afternoon in the garden. The lake is about twenty minutes away by car. Ronnie has planned another boat tour to make up for this morning’s.
Around 3:15 PM, we head to the lake. We take small roads and pass through villages. Smiling kids wave at us as we drive by, and for the first time, we hear someone shout “Mzungu.” Huh, no one called us that in Rwanda...
The sun is out this afternoon, though the clouds aren’t far off. Many weaver birds are nesting on the huge papyrus plants, and toward the end of the tour, we spot a family of seven otters. No decent photos of the otters—they were far away, and the bad weather didn’t help (thanks, waves). ☹️








Back at the lodge, Ronnie shows us a colony of yellow fruit bats “living” in two huge pine trees near the staff quarters.

In the evening, we have a delicious carrot soup for starters and a buffet with a meat dish, potatoes and rice, and some veggies for the main course. We skip dessert, though—our stomachs are already full—and order breakfast for 6:00 AM and a picnic lunch for midday.
Soon, we drift off to sleep.