Some trips are planned with spreadsheets and checklists. This one began with a simple thought: Why not Karongi again? So I gathered a few friends and family members and turned the idea into a floating adventure on Lake Kivu aboard a luxury vessel known as Iliza Houseboat.
As we cruised past Amahoro Island—my undisputed favorite picnic spot—I spotted a boat dropping off a small group of domestic tourists. Naturally, I approved. Good taste recognizes good taste. Moments later, as we approached Monkey Island, I leaned in for a closer look, half-expecting to spot my former foes-turned-friends. Yes, the monkeys. We’ve had history. Complicated history. But that, dear reader, is a story for another day.
Once again, the fishermen stole the show. Watching them glide across the water, paddling in sync while belting out motivational songs, was pure magic. Their singing wasn’t just entertainment—it was teamwork, morale-boosting, and rhythm all rolled into one. Lake Kivu, it turns out, comes with a soundtrack.
On our way back to the dock, they were at it again—doing what they do best: waiting. Patiently. Strategically. Their fishing method is fascinating. Nets are stretched beneath three boats, lanterns are lit, and the glow lures unsuspecting fish into a classic case of mistaken judgment. The fish fall for it every time. Hope, it seems, can be very misleading underwater.
When night finally wrapped the lake in darkness, we left the deck and headed inside. Dinner was served in the dining room, followed by a slow retreat to our bedrooms. Yes—bedrooms. Because Iliza isn’t just a boat; it’s a house.