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This was certainly true when we first came to Rwanda, 9 months ago, but things especially tax laws change. We were not going to buy and ship a car out to East Africa if there was some regulation that might prevent us. In fact, it took a good two months to find who was responsible for granting this permission. So if you are considering doing this, check out the Rwandan Customs and import regulations before starting. If you want more details than I will give here, message me and I will see if I or my husband can help fill in the myriad of gaps. Or join up some of the dots at least. One thing is that we will have to re-export the car when our time is up, even after 4 years or whatever statutory period it might be in other countries. There was a dearth of information about importing second-hand cars and how much duty we might have to pay. The main thing is the car must be left-hand drive suitable for driving on the right hand side of the road ; and I thought there was something about age i. Christmas was approaching, and we had to get a wiggle on as three months had already past. It has to be a Landy! So we sent P off to check it out. He did and bought it, assuring us we would love it — if not the price! Me because it is so solid, smooth and quiet; J because of all the knobs, gizmos and dozens of functions that the computer can make it do. Price discussed, money paid and the seal-pup grey Discovery 4 went off to get Africanized with another LR engineering friend. This was mainly some new boots and top of the range service. Christmas came and went. But by the end of January, P had worked his magic, got the car containerized and on to a vessel bound for Dar es Salaam. So we started making plans to arrive about the same time as the cargo vessel, factoring in a few days to enjoy the hot ocean breezes, visit friends, and generally have a week off. The ship was due to dock Sunday 25th February and we were told it would only take a day or so to get it out of the container and out of the port. Cut-off day to arrive in Rwanda was 9th March, as J had arrived 9th September As it turned out, we stayed in Dar much longer than two days: time to get a full MOT at the doctors both OK ; enjoy the beach; get prickly heat; and reinforce our love for Tanzania and the sea!!! Is that our car out there in one of the queuing containers? For one the internet was going so slowly I thought it was a problem with my data: run out? I could send one line emails but not attachments not brilliant in my line of business ; I could get on to Facebook but not BBC news. Even more perplexed and more than a bit annoyed now. I phoned my provider, and then my long-suffering but teccy husband. A restorative cup of good strong coffee was required. As I was chucking the grouts from the previous brew out the back door on to my veg patch, the thunk thunk of wood chopping infiltrated my rather befuddled brain which was probably still in the land of routers and internet. I was flabbergasted to see the neighbouring casuarina-type tree being hacked to death. For one, all the hand driers in the public loos function! Not your warp factor 10 variety that require ear defenders and send children screaming from public lavatories in UK. No, these have a gentle breeze, quite sufficient in this balmy climate. And the climate is another huge plus. Constant 22—25C day and night. But what brings me inordinate joy are the identical public clocks dotted round town, all telling the correct time. For some reason this makes me smile every time I walk past one. It needed only two visits and Rwf5,, though paying that proved more irksome this time. No one moved — except me, but in my rush to get out of my row I tripped over the chair leg in front of me and went flying. Even the senior immigration official stood up but soon sat down when others came to help me up. For a moment I contemplated the damage, but it seems just an egg-sized lump on my elbow and dented pride. Needless to say I was allowed to sit in the hotspot while I rubbed sore limbs. And, hurrah! I celebrated by going to La Brioche for a restorative cream cake and passion fruit juice. Main road from KG2 roundabout up to the Convention Centre — not in picture. There are pedestrian crossings but few people stop! Immigration , paperwork , patience. For anyone travelling to Rwanda, or coming here to work, the following might be useful. There again, it might not, as procedures change and what I have experienced over the last 3 months may not be the same for you. The Rwandan Gov Immigration website gives the formal information … this post is purely my own experience. I will condense some of the dozen or more visits to avoid you being too bored, as it took me several goes to work out the nuances! BTW, I am writing this as a trailing female spouse. All very civilized. Very pleasant person — more interested in where my husband works he was already in country and where I would be living. Understandable enough. Hate to think what would happen if two full As arrived at the same time. Exactly same ingredients and method as above. And another receipt for loads of cash from the itinerant lady in the lobby. One last piece of advice on arrival … try to get hold of a RWf50 coin for the baggage trolley. There are only a limited amount of old non-paying ones, which of course are in demand as newcomers to Kigali rarely have small change in their pockets. Right, to balance out the negativity in the last post, I am writing this in the present second impressions then? Pot of gold at the end of the runway? These are not quite first impressions, as I arrived 1 November, but I made a mental list that might be of interest to prospective newcomers to this beautiful country. So I will start with 10 negative aspects that rather soured my first few weeks but do read next post for the positives that followed. Just bear in mind these are largely first impressions. I will now write about more positive aspects. All deserve a post of their own, as they have created such lasting memories. As my friends and family know, we are now in Kigali, Rwanda. So 3 months before we should have been thinking about leaving Lusaka, we were making lists and surveying the pile of stuff to bring to Kigali. We got quotes from various companies and settled with AGS for the main part, especially as they have considerable Rwanda experience. All went reasonably well until Julien, the AGS manager, reminded us that nothing should be wrapped in plastic bags and bubble wrap would be a big no-no too. Rwanda has an enviably strong stance on banning plastics coming into the country. So much of the packaging material we had squirreled away from our arrival and stored in the outside kitchen was of no use. Add into that all the plastic bags round Christmas decorations and lights, around s mall kitchen equipment, used to protect shampoo or even exploding Marmite jars — all had to be discarded. This was the first time I had to seriously consider what to use as an alternative. In our case lots of masking tape, string sisal of course and elastic bands. But what to do with the veritable mountain in our kitchen? But thank God for friends to keep me sane when himself had gone off to start his new contract mid-September. He did return for 3 days to sign off stuff, help with final dismantling, hand over keys, and have a final send off with Lusaka Hash House Harrier friends at our neighbouring Il Portico, which incidentally serves the best pizza in town. All a blur. Too much red wine? Probably, but it helped at the time. Leopards are long gone from Leopards Hill Road, where we have lived for the last year — south-east Lusaka. A few years ago, when we first came down it to stay at the, then thriving, Kilimanjaro Lodge, it seemed a green, out-of-town drive, especially if you came from Lusaka centre via Los Angeles Boulevard, which skirts the golf course. But nowadays it is falling to the scourge of Lusaka — endless building plots, acres of concrete blockmakers and speedily erected shopping malls. Good old Cross Roads Mall I go there predominantly for Spar, MTN and excellent ham at Majoru still exists, causing a snarl up at the 4-way junction, but it is looking somewhat tatty already after less than 10 years. Then come the three consecutive cemeteries. First the posh one with polished granite headstones and little fences to keep the spirits intruders? Next the up-and-comings with slightly less elaborate graves, and not so neat roadways. Wow betide you try to drive home between 11 a. This is major funeral time when truck loads of people come to pay their final respects, and you will have plenty of time to watch the proceedings as the motorcades take precedence. Not a sombre occasion by any means; in fact many people are probably there for the free food and beer that follow. I wonder if they even know which funeral it is they are attending as there are at least three going on at any one time — this is, after all, one of the main resting places in town. There are several slate quarries in our neighbourhood and it seems that the ones on display are mostly in the shape of Africa — proudly displayed on their sharp ends. I wonder if this is a conscious decision on the part of the slate sellers to encourage geographical cognizance? The street sweeper, carefully moves the dust and leaves out from under one such a map. After the geography lesson come the broken stones, looking for all the world like mammoth chopped Brazil nuts. But before we get home we have to pass three ginormous and ever-growing blockmakers. Their dust blows in the hot dry August winds, making everything and everybody ghosts of their former selves. It seems each time I go out, there is another blot on the landscape. This land pictured below used to be scrub up to the forestry reserve. This will be another Mrs Angry of Lusaka moment, I fear — perhaps the next blog. What price progress? At least behind our gates we have an oasis of greenery and calm. We count our blessings once there. I was copped yesterday. We were driving up the Kafue road into town — a nice dual carriageway without too many speed bumps for once. I thought I was OK. The two female traffic cops obviously decided otherwise. Anyway, I got away intact but nerves frazzled and a very sore neck where one had thrust the barrel of his gun under my chin. This was not a bit like that experience I hasten to add. Politeness and jollity were the name of the game. I chose the latter, though I did argue the toss and was adamant I was within the speed limit. But it was all so very civilized. Mainly female police officers, all beautifully tailored and coiffured, took my details while the male police officer quizzed me about my number plate. All in all it was almost a pleasant experience, certainly memorable, though my wallet was lighter by ZMW At least it gave me the impetus to blog again! Berkefeld water filter , citric acid , cleaning ceramic candles , coke , limescale , white vinegar. It blocks up all the pipework, leaves a scum on shower surfaces and tiles, and encrusts the back of the loo. The latter particularly offended me. I could probably go on an advert for Cillit Bang, though I hate to think what it does for the environment. Sorry Gay and Christine! No amount of searching the internet gave me the definitive answer for easy cleaning and without resorting to chipping away at it. However, I did find the most commonly blogged remedy for lesser ills appeared to be two tablespoons of citric acid dissolved in a litre of water and then sprayed on to the offending scum. That was all well and good for a light deposit. Useless round the caked-on stalagmites building up round the taps and on the shower floor tiles. And of course the shower head itself required constant pricking out. Coke worked like magic overnight. I have since discovered something called Spirit of Salt. Really caustic horrible stuff that would burn the soles of your feet. It is certainly the very last resort — back of the loo only. But what to use on the clogged up water filter candles? So I mixed up a solution of white vinegar and citric acid and poured this over the candles, which I had placed in a plastic container just big enough for them to be wedged in otherwise they would just float. I suppose I left them for a couple of hours, then immersed them in filtered, clean water out of the big gallao — 20 litre container. Reassembled the filter and filled it up from water collected off the roof, and discarded the first few litres as it tasted very slightly of vinegar. But good result! Free-flowing water filter, clean non-limey, sweet water to drink and an excellent cup of tea! I know it is clean and life is too short! Tags hand driers , internet , public clocks , tree chopping. An even worse day for the birds that like roosting in this tree. Your passport containing newly acquired visa. A passport sized photo. Receipt to show you have paid Kwf5, to the lobby lady. There is no orderly queuing… or at least no ticket system. Just sit as near to the front as possible on the left-hand side of the room. When she eventually appears, if no one goes to sit in the hotspot, then go and stake your claim. Probably everyone is waiting for everyone else to move. This cost me Rwf and some frayed nerves — I could have downloaded it myself as per this form and saved myself some hassles. All in all this took me quite a while as I decided to walk from Immigration to Kigali Heights not that far and it was a nice day and then caught a moto back. Ms P we were on first name terms by now motioned that I should sit in the other hotspot and have my photo taken. I sat and waited, making faces at the lens in front of me. After about 10 minutes I enquired if she had taken the photo. Thumbs are pressed on to the electronic box, and your digital signature captured. That was Monday and I had too much work the rest of the week, so I went back the following Monday. Normally, just repeat — fate had a different idea for me. Tags Immigration , paperwork , patience. Completed application form. Your marriage certificate plus at least two notarized copies, or they might try to persuade you to part with the original! You might as well get a bunch, which will be useful elsewhere, assuming you are not staying in Rwanda for ever. Passport with at least 6 months validity. Collect all other documentation and wads of cash — RWf50, for spouse; RWf, for the one coming to do the work. You will then be one of the first in the queue and save yourself 2? Take a ticket from the machine rather like queuing at the deli counter. Or watch the clock that seems to get stuck on 5 to the hour and then jumps back 20 minutes. Take your turn. I found it invaluable having J with me to answer many questions about his work. Get a number from the official to take round to the cashier who accepts the money. She is the one just inside the right-hand door of the general photocopying office. She is usually not there until later has very long lunch times, or perhaps different shift to everyone else. Just stand in front of him until he accepts the bit of paper. Patience and smiles are required. Take one of those squidgy balls if you feel your temper is on a short fuse, as losing it temper not the ball will probably set you to the back of the queue. Collect — repeating above. Tags clean , Kinyarwandan , organised , rubbish , Umuganda. The systems work: single-use plastic bags are banned though can we go further and ban straws and take-away utensils? This ranges from clean-up to construction to planting trees. Brilliant idea! People take a pride in their environment and you would be hard pressed to find any rubbish in the immaculate avenues, although the smaller unpaved streets are not quite as pristine by the last Friday in the month. Rwanda is safe and organised. Police are omnipresent at all road intersections, major public buildings and many other places. I suppose in a country the size of Belgium of which much is nature reserve and largely uninhabited but having 13 million citizens, there are bound to be plenty of people available for the police force. The huge human capital does mean that building works go on at a pace. Sonatubes roundabout has been totally revamped. At one point it was more like a rugby pitch with six roads converging from all directions and in no particular order. But within a week or two, the mayhem gave way to a barrier, then demarcations for a circle, then tar and now hundreds and I do mean hundreds of workers are bringing order to landscaping the centre. I see a little pipe sticking up in the middle, so perhaps this too will become a functioning fountain, as are many of the other rompuwe roundabouts. Electricity is very good. Means that there is street lighting everywhere and not just in Kigali and there are few brown or black outs. It only goes off for minutes rather than hours or days, in our area at least. A by-product of this is that the public clocks all work and tell the right time. So our faltering attempts at Ikinyarwanda bring out huge grins and genuine want to help. All good until you really just want to walk on your own to unpack the brain after a day at the computer. People have a pride in themselves and their homes, as well as the environment. Also reflected in the natural hair, which grows all the longer for not being permanently braided or extensions threaded in. Also the houses are beautifully finished off outside at least! Not a concrete block in sight — unlike Leopards Hill Road!!! While our house might be rather hemmed in, we are not overlooked. More important, it is well finished. Oh yes, stairs. Tags driving , noise , shopping , traffic , Water. Traffic and pollution — just too much of it for the impossibly narrow, windy, precipitous roads or so they all seemed on my first few days. Add into the fray kamikaze moto motorbike taxis , which I swore I would never ride on, but have since rescinded that pledge. Most taxis moto or otherwise appear to be badly tuned and pollute the rarefied atmosphere. Breathing in noxious air when it is already very much depleted at 1,m made my poor heart and head thump like mad for several days as I grappled up the heavily eroded track from our house to the top main road. Things change, time goes on, red corpuscles increase, and I no longer notice the pollution or the gradient. Noise — I arrived on a Wednesday morning, tired from a night flight. I certainly did; 10 minutes after he had left at 9 a. Actually quite the reverse. There must be several brands of churches in our vicinity and they all tune up for competitive choir practice — all day. But not everyday as I feared on that first day. Just Wednesdays. Oh, of course, the main deal is on Sunday. Then factor in the airport on the hill opposite. Our area Niboye is a fast-growing part of Kikicuro District Kigali. Impossible to be alone. Anathema for many cultures. So the Umuwazungu gets followed, all the time. I say that, but I think people in our street are beginning to find me a bit less of a novelty or am I getting inured to it? Rwandans are incredibly friendly people, and they are only trying to make me feel less lonely after all. Well, perhaps not all the kids who have barely said good morning before asking for money. Mayonnaise I suppose in savoury sandwiches a trick I learned from the Mexicans when we lived in Aquascalients in s which is abundant and cheap-ish. My nemesis was about 2 weeks after arriving when we had spent a whole morning trying to find, inter alia, some automatic washing powder. It is obviously taxed sky-high to ensure local labour opportunities I prefer to get my housekeeper to do nice things like go shopping or cook, rather than scrub clothes. Needless to say, we bought the cheapest. And J. Road system — totally bewildering. Kigali is spread over several hills, and the roads tend to follow the contours, so you spend ages getting m across the valley, until you realise that the Convention Centre is now way out to your right, when it was to the left earlier. Sure the roads are well lit, got pavements sidewalks on one side, but humongous storm-water ditches on the other. Driving — OK I touched on this at No. Needless to say, J. Grey skies — Kigali is almost on the equator but because of the surrounding mountains it rains a lot. Like everyday. And this is the dry season. I miss the clear blue skies of Zambia and other southern African nations. Lack of walking opportunities — anyone who knows me would have thought this should be up there at No. But I have now found one or two tracks nearby where the eyes can stretch to the other side of the valley, if not the horizon. Lack of piped water — terrible in the first couple of weeks. And we collect quite a bit from the roof. Seeing as it seems to rain all the time, an awful lot just goes to run-off. Save Save Save. Save Save. Tags Berkefeld water filter , citric acid , cleaning ceramic candles , coke , limescale , white vinegar. Subscribe Subscribed. Steel Filings. Sign me up. Already have a WordPress. Log in now. Loading Comments Email Required Name Required Website. Design a site like this with WordPress.

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