Two motos, a priest and a cave

It sounds like the beginning to a lame joke, but the joke was on me because that was my Sunday.

Recently, I met some girls in town that are volunteers at a local orphanage. One of them, Victoria, and I decided to get out of Gisenyi for the day and explore.

Our Rubavu district tourist map said there were caves in Busasamana to explore and a local travel guide agreed. So we set out to find the caves.

After negotiating with the motos, taxis, and minibuses for the best deal, we hopped on the back of two motos and were off! Pretty quickly, our nice paved road disappeared and dirt and rocks took its place.

We drove for about an hour, on an uphill dirt path (my legs were very sore from it!) through local villages that probably hadn’t seen a muzungu in years, if ever. I knew our plan would be slightly derailed when our motos needed us to pull out our map and started asking the locals….oh no.

All of the sudden, a beautiful church appeared…umm that’s not a cave?! Not only that, mass had just finished, so Victoria and I drove into the church lot as more than 100 Rwandans gawked. We were sitting on our motos dying of laughter….unfortunately, so much that I didn’t get a picture of the scene. Before we knew it, the priest was greeting us and inviting us inside for a Fanta. Who can say no to a priest?!

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So off the motos we got and joined Father Victor and altar boy Jean Marie for Fanta inside the church. The nuns made an appearance as well.

We discussed Rwanda, the church, and the mysterious caves we were in search of, but not before they asked me to join the church, stay in Rwanda, and become a nun! Sorry Father, never going to happen!

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The Father passed us along to another man who walked us through some fields and the cave. While he showed us a cave, it was certainly not the ones advertised! I’m pretty brave, but I will not do an army crawl for an hour to get to another village! Yikes.

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Off we went on our motos again. We drove through a different village and everyone kept shouting Katie, Katie and running after me….hmmm, all muzungus with brown hair look alike, right? 🙂

The drive back was beautiful as usual. The hills, fields, clouds, and people of this country still take my breath away and make me so grateful for getting to experience it.

While we didn’t get to explore the caves, we had one hell of a Sunday! 

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5 thoughts on “Two motos, a priest and a cave

  1. I think it’s so hilarious that they all call you Katie! I bet that Sunday was much more memorable than just going to some caves! 🙂

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