On our first day in Kigali, we took an informal tour of the city. We stopped at a mall popular with ex-pats for iced African coffee with ginger and chocolate. We turned heads. Other non-Africans moved around us at the mall and on the streets, and they were not stared at like we were. I think this is probably because these individuals looked like actual people. Our group, on the other hand, pale from two days of travel in various air-conditioned boxes, moving in a slow hoard with bags under our eyes from airplane sleep and eyes wide trying to take in all the new sights, bore a striking resemblance to the zombies in the in-flight movie I watched on the airplane.
We are still a spectacle in Gashora, but walking around the village, we are able to interact with the people we encounter. Yesterday we experienced a major victory – we were told we don’t look like tourists.