I tried to have a lazy Saturday morning and wake up later than usual - our devoted neighbour playing the radio full volume put paid to that ! I decided to go to the office and do some work, check emails etc. Christine got lost trying to find WCS’s office and I tried to help her out using my parrot green house as a landmark - I could not imagine someone else would want to paint their house in the same colour - I was wrong - which meant my directions were useless.
I was hungry and went to the Mamba Club for lunch hoping that Christine would join me. No news of Bruno - I guess he is working on his application. I had a wonderful fish and cassava fufu lunch with sombre and peri peri sauce. Does not my lunch look delicious? Yum!
My lunch at Mamba
Bruno invites me to join him to Hotel Nyira where they have free wi-fi Internet - wow! Like Pret-a-Manger in London! We meet Heather, Carlos and two new people working here. Heather loves my African looking kaftan dress - I am chuffed that they love it! At least I am not looking so scruffy like I did when I went to the charcoal markets. Carlos and the others start chatting and I feel that I should not leave Bruno and Christine - that would be a bit rude! We agree to meet at the UN party tonight (I can guess that Bruno is not too keen!).
The gardens at hotel Nyira are kind of wild, yet tamed - amazing. I take some pictures here. Bruno and I stay on and check things out on the Internet while Christine goes home to see Poo Poo the dog. We realise very soon that there will be a wedding ceremony at the hotel with bright pink and white decorations. I get to see a Congolese wedding!
Bruno still carries on with his work in deafening music - some dedication! My brain would cease to operate. I try to drag Bruno out to go to the party...eventually we pick Christine up and go at around 9:30pm. The place is by the lake Kivu...as we enter the house pretty candles lead the way to the fun house. There is s proper bar to order drinks and a ‘gamla’ full of Heineken. Someone’s leaving do - just another excuse for a party! This seems surreal to the real Goma - the streets are cobbled with volcanic rock and people struggle to get by and here we are having gin and tonic overlooking the lake.
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