21st of February, 2018.
After a few minutes, which seemed much longer due my super thigh spot on the bus, I reach the place. I am the first passenger to leave the full bus, so the ones on the middle of the bus have to get up in order for me to pass. The driver pass me my backpack though the window, luckily. When I am walking and he passes me, he even offer me to go a little further but I say I am alright. At least there I knew it would be a place to hitchhike and I do not want to take any more risks.
I ate four biscuits and a orange. After a few minutes, a nice man in a pick up full with four other men, stop and they are going to Butare. At the beginning, I am a little apprehensive but they are very nice people. They drive me not just until Nyansa but until the King’s Palace Museum itself. Wonderful!
Once in there, I explain the whole situation for the responsible for the museum, but they do not let me going inside for free. They do let me make camping over there though. What? Yeah, I know it does not make any sense but it is like this. The manager bring me to see the cows of the King. Beautiful animals with their charming necklaces. There is even one with blue eyes! A warning though: you do not count the cows of the king. Never! It is true.
After making my camping, I spend some time talking with the workers. They are so curious and surprised about my travels.
After they leave, I start to cook my wonderful dinner: spinach, carrots and mushrooms fried plus some cooked oat flakes. In the middle, the lovely Rita come and bring me, from her home, a pillow, a sheet and a blanket. Can you believe in that? What a wonderful and kind woman! It is a beautiful thing she did.
In the morning, before I leave, I take some pictures, finish my biscuits and eat a mango (which I shared with a cleaning man).
