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Local Transport and border formalities
From Kisoro it is only 13km to the Rwanda border and we get stuck behind a bus which hurls up masses of sand and dust, forcing us to keep the windows closed. Robert tries to overtake on a bend, but the bus driver would not have it! He then falls back so that the dust is not too bad. The border official is sitting in a hut where we are only allowed to enter one at a time. He is a large, officious man; I certainly would not like to argue with him. We are stamped out of the country and have to move on to the next hut – the security office. The man there is much more personable, he meticulously writes down our name, passport number and occupation in an exercise book. I notice the previous entries consist mainly of “peasants” in the occupation column, an observation which somehow tickles me. Robert also has to call in the customs office to declare the car. Finally, after nearly an hour, we...
