When I left Kirehe, I twisted the throttle toward Ngoma. Somewhere along the way, I veered off the highway, convinced I’d found a rugged off-road trail linking Rukira to Nasho. Little did I know that the once off-the-beaten path had been tarmacked.
This wasn’t my first time abandoning the smooth road in search of mud, only to be betrayed by yet another stretch of tarmac. Why does anyone prefer rough, messy, unpredictable trails? If you’re not an adventure rider, there’s no explanation that will make sense.
The universe finally delivered between Nasho and Rwinkwavu—rugged mountains, whispering forests, and stretches so wild they made my shock absorbers work overtime. The power of the machine and the rhythm of the ride blended into a perfect symphony of speed, control, and raw adrenaline.
By the time I rolled into Akagera Transit Lodge, I looked like a warthog fresh from a mud bath. I walked into reception wearing my filthy gear like a medal—proof that the day had been nothing short of epic.
Along the way, I made a few memorable stops: Lake Chambwe, Mount Nyamulindira, and a quick lesson or two on the transformation of irrigation farming. Each stop offered a glimpse into the natural beauty and ingenuity that shape this part of Rwanda.
After a long, hot shower, dinner tasted better than ever, and I slept like a baby. My adventures in Kayonza District are coming up next. Stay tuned.