DAY 8 – Journey to Bukavu/Congo
December 7th, 2017
We are thankful for another sunrise, while the chapter of our visit here in Kigali is slowly closing, and the day of our departure to Bukavu/Congo has come. 
The breakfast is like always very nice and gives us the right start for the day. The chef, Brother Didier and his helper have made our stay really enjoyable, because they served us always with a big smile and tried to accommodate us in every way.
When we enter the bus, we realize that several ministers and believers, who attended the meetings here in Kigali, are also accompanying us.
As soon as we leave the city we are passing by vast cane fields, corn- and rice patches, banana- and tea plantations. Everything is green and is growing plentyful in this fertile volcanic soil. People are working peacefully in the fields, and children playing in the muddy rivers while woman wash the clothes therein. It’s a beautiful hilly landscape with many small villages.
Men and woman are working alongside the road, cleaning the ditches, digging trenches with hoe and shovel. What stands out to me is, that most of them are wearing long colourful dresses while working in the dirt. It’s a blessing to see that they are keeping a standard of modesty, although they might not even be believers. Everything looks so peaceful and its hard to imagine that just a short time ago this soil was baptized and drenched with the blood of its own people.
Lake Kevu between Rwanda and Congo, is shared with a distinct border between Rwanda and Congo. Although the drive to Bukavu seems to be very long, it is very enjoyable because of the amazing, always changing landscape.
The roads are excellent all the way to the border to the Congo, where we arrive after about 7 hours.
The Host Pastor Brother Owald Nsiku and some of the saints are greeting us here between the two countries and some cars are waiting to take us across, because the bus has to stay in Rwanda.
The minute we cross the border everything looks different, it’s a different world, and the procedure through the border to Congo is a bit of a long-winding process, but by the grace of God and the prayers of the saints we make it through smooth and are on our way to the Eden Hotel, located just 20 minutes from the border. It’s pouring rain, lightning and thundering accompanying us, and the road has become a mudslide. We make it in one piece to the Eden Hotel, and I am counting 112 steps to the floor, where our rooms are. After a very light supper we prefer an early night, so we get rested for tomorrow’s first service here.