To the splendid National Museum which told us about
Rwanda's history and ethnography (though curiously not a whisper about
1994) beginning with the stone age
The Gatagama pottery which I'd then wanted to visit had just closed
for lunch as we arrived, so we decamped to the nearest village for
excellent goat kebabs and a refreshing Primus beer (we're still working through
all Rwanda has to offer)
and returned to meet the various workers whose efforts made
the mug I bought (I'd planned on a tea pot but they were all
3-pint-pots and jolly heavy); it had never occurred to me that you have
to make clay but we met the chaps who collect and pound the mud, then those who
filter it for pebbles and imperfections, the potters who throw/mould it,
and the big bloke who delicately glazes and fires everything for 24 hours in his, apparently hand-built, kiln. I'll remember them all when I'm drinking my Rwandan tea at home from
my new mug...
We stopped at Kabgayi cathedral (Rwanda's oldest)
before arriving back in Kigali just in time for rush hour.
Last Rwandan night already!
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