I went on a mini vacation to the capital city and went through some slight culture shock. I am so used to (though not completely comfortable with) always being stared at it was an odd experience to be in the city and be mostly just another person walking around. It was a little refreshing but unexpectedly I missed making eye contact with people. Out here people look at you, in the city its more like home where people don’t make eye contact. Below I recall all the ‘culture shock’ worthy notes…
Women wear pants in the city and aren’t looked at like they’re weird. That was nice because I like jeans. People were even weaing skinny jeans! Like really tight. Out here women rarely wear pants- its skirts or kitenge wraps. I guess it wasn’t that long ago that only prostitutes wore pants… at least out in the rural places like where I am. Thank goodness those days have past, but men still make comments about women who wear pants… I guess the thigh and butt are very sensuous here- even to see their outline. (But breasts are NOT and people breastfeed all the time and I’ve seen a few women wearing mesh see through shirts and its no big deal)
I also ate ice cream at this starbucks-ish place. Awesome.
There was a 24 h supermarket-NAKUMAT- more like a mini (and very expensive) walmart; it has a little bit of everything. There were books, bikes, treadmills, and groceries. Cereal was like 11 dollars for a small box. I am not having my wheaties that is for sure. But there were really cheap spices (probably directly imported from India) and I should have taken more advantage and bough a whole bunch… maybe when I go back to Kigali to go home. Out in Kibogora there is no grocery… there is the open air market and there are Dukas (shops) to buy Fanta/packaged goods etc. Nakumat was nice but its no Wegmans 🙂
The roads were paved, well… at least the majority of roads were paved. It felt luxurious to take a moto taxi, but it is more of an adventure here on the bumpy roads.
It only rained there once in the entire week! That was a nice change even though I really don’t mind the rain. Except that it can cause midslides and wash out bridges…
I went to a bar! There are bars out here in kibogora, but they are a bit sketchy. And usually not the endearing type of sketchy like dive bars at home, more seedy, But the bar I went to in Kigali was kinda funny… by day I’m sure it would look like a family resturaunt (except for the bar with uplights on bottles of liquor). The little tables had checkered table clothes and were arranged like everyone was having lunch. But there was a DJ blasting an odd mix of songs and strobe lights and laser lights putting stars and flowers on the walls. This was a Tuesday night I think. The best part was this middle aged man that kept getting up and shaking his booty half Shaquira/half traditional Rwandan dance style in the middle of the room. He was the only one dancing but he did not care.
The house I stayed at had 4 other young women staying there (also mizungus). One was a peace corps volunteer, two sisters (one was visiting the other who had just finished teaching for a year here) and the last was another volunteer. It was a little strange to have people around my age to chat with– there was some ‘girl talk’. Ha. They also gave me some great advice on what to see in the city/how to get places and we all went to that cafe to get ice cream together… pretty awesome.
This last one is not particular to the city but I just found out that it is considered rude to carry things like food/clothes without covering them… they should always be in a bag. I thought that was interesting and I think I have been offending people (unknowingly!) for months. Ooops.
More later on the city adventure….