Muhazi Marina Beach Interlude

I was approaching the end of my memorable tour around Lake Muhazi. After days of tracing its shores—from Gasabo to Rwamagana, then Kayonza and Gatsibo—I had finally reached the Gicumbi side. It was the last day, and unlike other stops, spending a night here wasn’t on my itinerary. I had planned to ride all the way to the Gatuna-Kigali highway and return home the same day.

Muhazi Marina Beach appeared as a quiet, inviting pause along the way. Monday had drained the place of its usual energy, leaving it almost empty, and that gentle stillness slowed my thoughts and let me breathe. The lake stretched wide, the light soft and forgiving, with the breeze teasing the surface into gentle ripples. It wasn’t the chaos of a weekend getaway—this was the lake at its reflective best.

All I was supposed to do that day was ride, explore, and savor the journey. Yet, as I waited for lunch, I was tempted to open my laptop and respond to a couple of emails. Shortly thereafter, I found myself working on the layout for my next book—a publication that will eventually chronicle my experiences around Lake Muhazi. The tour wasn’t over yet, but the book was quietly taking shape.

^{The Monday calm had left the place almost empty, and that gentle stillness was enough to slow my thoughts and let me breathe.}

Time seemed to stretch in the serenity of the lakeside facility. The combination of a peaceful Monday, the soft hum of the lake, and the absence of crowds made concentration effortless. Lunch came and went, yet the pull of creation lingered, and another hour slipped by quietly. Muhazi Marina Beach offered the perfect interlude.

After closing my laptop, I was given a tour of the facility. The rooms were cozy and inviting, each balcony promising a chance to kick back, feel the breeze, and soak in the view. At the edge of the water, cabanas peeked through the greenery, while the garden itself spread in tranquil splendor.

I wandered further, checking out the sandy volleyball court and the camping area. My eyes caught the boat moored nearby, but I resisted the urge to use it. Across the lake, familiar landmarks from the Gasabo side shimmered in the distance, a gentle reminder that my journey around Muhazi was nearing its finish line.

^{The rooms were cozy and inviting, each balcony promising a chance to kick back, feel the breeze, and soak in the view.}

The facility’s family-friendly vibe became evident as I noticed the well-equipped children’s play area, bright and inviting. Even though my stopover was solitary and reflective, the design of the space spoke to anyone planning a getaway with kids.

Walking along the edge of the beach, I let myself soak in the atmosphere: the gentle breeze blowing from the lake, the distant calls of birds, and the endless expanse of water reflecting the afternoon light. There was a subtle magic in that quiet pause, a reminder that sometimes the best experiences are those unplanned moments that let you simply be.

Eventually, I jumped on the bike again, the horizon of Gasabo pulling me back toward home. Yet, the brief stop at Muhazi Marina Beach lingered in memory—a tranquil interlude of creation, reflection, and calm before the final stretch. The tour around Lake Muhazi was almost complete, but that quiet Monday stop would remain one of its most serene chapters.

^{The facility’s family-friendly vibe became evident as I noticed the well-equipped children’s play area, bright and inviting.}