Last Saturday I took a street photography class with the photographer Jacques Nkinzingabo. It was a late birthday present from Daughter. We saw the house Jacques grew up in in the Cyahafi neighbourhood; a shy shopkeeper’s daughter;
plenty of Manchester United shirts; and a barful of people watching a game in the Rwandan league. (It seems that like in England, and unlike in Belgium or Holland, there are football matches in Rwanda on Saturday afternoons.)
We walked from bus station to bus station, from the stops in the city centre…
… to the main interchange on the edge of the city at Nyabugogo.
From Nyabugogo, buses go everywhere.
Minibuses head for different places in Rwanda, the coach is on an international service and the big buses at the back on the right are heading for the city.
Ticketing is like the Oystercard in London and the OV card in the Netherlands. To board a bus, you need to buy a pass and put money on it.