After visiting the University of Rwanda, I spent a night at Barthos Hotel. This hotel is built right outside the university. At a glance, the property looks like another block on campus.
From the balcony of my room, I saw many students walking in and out through the gate. The nearest hostel was so close that I could peep through its windows.
Later in the evening, I left my room and walked out of the building. Then I strolled around the neighborhood and felt the heartbeat of the community.
Most businesses set up near the university are eateries. It was the busiest time of the day for food vendors operating near the most populous campus in the country.
Students were all over the place. Every table in those food joints was occupied. Many more students were traversing the passage between campus and their favorite dining spots. My nosy-self recognized lovebirds, drinking buddies, soccer fanatics, choir members, clowns and bookworms on a mission to graduate with honors.
When I finally returned to the hotel, I had dinner and went to bed. The following day, I was scheduled to visit the only district in Rwanda I had never been to: Gisagara.