After the "Stone Town" of Zanzibar, we here in Mwanza, the "Rock City". But if the capital of the island held its nickname of its buildings in hard, as opposed to the huts of wood and earth corau village, Mwanza gets its nickname from its lunar landscapes. The city is built on a collection of small hills to the summit and slopes which are enthroned systematically huge rocks. The houses are built above or beside. There are relatively few trees. The city is dry but not dusty. It was a pleasure crazy ay walk. 
Along the lake there is the port where you bought our tickets for the next crossing to Bukoba. Nearby, a small market, or women selling fried fish. Around them, the territory of the wise men, these gigantic birds, which roam in bipeds, such servers have a reception. They fly away if you approach too close to perch on a tree or on a roof, or they seem to contemplate the landscape. The walk is installed on the rails of a railway line that should not move so often. We passed the rocks of Bismarck, a name that recalls the past of German colony in Tanzania. One wonders if the silhouette evokes the rock profile u Premier German, or if it is the position, s
eul Tron on another pile of rocks a few meters from the coast, claiming ridiculous to dominate a lake as big as a sea, a queen-mother Victoria territories incomparably larger. At the foot of the cliff, a boy on a makeshift boat made of plastic bags. A half naked, he rows with their thongs, smiling ear to ear. Further on is football, the shade of the rocks again. In the trees, there are small yellow birds and green, others red and blue. There are also some kingfishers and other birds that we discover, the same figure, but in black and white. We are found above the lake to fly low over the waves and dive for fish. Their squawking is very funny.
dint of walking, we are on top of the promontory, at the end of the peninsula, and we dominate the Lake Victoria, Mwanza Bay and several islands. We crapahutons in the rocks to find the best point of view, when one discovers two flowers red ball incoryables. See the picture! Night falls, a goat we look pass from his rock, we arrive at the hotel at night. The next day we visit the museum part of Sukuma Bujora. Not easy to find the right dala-dala, but it gets there. We laid in the village of Bujora. We are starting up a few kilometers track which lead us to the museum. Is happiness to cross this small village. The people are friendly, very hospitable. We used our range of Swahili (ten words), and we made some photos. Not always easy, because people are more reserved than in India, and often ask that they send the photo and it would be unfortunate to say yes without doing so. So a nice walk, or even believe it a beautiful red and blue lizard, and then here we are at the museum.
A young man shows us around this place dedicated to the Sukuma people, whose territory extends over several hundred miles away. The place was founded in the 50s under the leadership of one of the priests who evangelized the region. We first discover the metalworking equipment. The forge work is reserved to men, who isolate themselves from the tribe and build a hut specific. After several Emain, they return with new tools. Further, there is a collection of royal drums. The skins are changed regularly, but the wood can take centuries. We also learn that manners count differed according to whether one was a man, a woman, a boy, a girl, a shepherd ... Today is how to count women who is used (it was previously the case in a joint), but the language of men endures for games. 
We also visit a traditional house, with his hedge around it, its shells at the top of the roof to dazzle the evil eye, the pen or the ancestors are buried, and where livestock is park for the night, that or the healer will be a ceremony if necessary. An entire gallery is dedicated to the latter, with their presentation material (skins, gourds, caps ...), and a photo gallery of portraits. The church in the center of the site is one of the most beautiful views we ayions. On a circular, painted in colors, the altar and sacristy are beautiful. Happy detail, two large owls live in the interior. We leave happy, especially plsu that offered a souvenir book of children's story. 
End of day quiet buy a colored fabrics as souvenirs. Then an internet session. I look online or MasterCard are distributors in Uganda, and I discover that there are not any! Galley, for we must provide for the budget at random (there is very little info online about Uganda) and buy dollars. It is even less funny than the exchange rate is bad, and we have since discovered that Stanbic Bank Uganda accept MasterCard (we had read online that only visas were accepted, it is false!) 
20h Tuesday evening, we board the ferry that will carry us across Lake Victoria from Mwanza to Bukoba, West Coast. Our ferry, the MV Victoria, was splendid. We took first class cabins (30 000 Tshillings, or 15 euros per person) to be together, acr the second class is not mixed. We walk on the upper deck. It is an old ferry, which makes us dream to travel on the Indian Ocean Geogeo or grandfather Gustave. View size of the mooring, we can not wait to see how they'll drop. That is a good gag, as the boat leaves without anyone thinking of doing so. It is blocked with a guy who takes everything he can, he has no hope. Finally, the boat returned, the rope is released, it rpart. But we were good laughs.
We were a little disappointed to make the journey by night, but in fact the moon gives us an extravaganza, a virtual blank document or shine just a few campfires. We laugh with our neighbors, two of Gujarat who are in the region to do business. We sleep in our bunks superimposed, like babies, both the roll and the roar of the engine cradle us. We get up very early to see the arrival in Bukoba, the islands off the spoissons who fish. On leaving the ferry, there is a dala-dala for frontiee. No worries, we have Uganda! 
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