24 Hours in Kigali

Touching down in Kigali just after sunrise, the air was fresh and surprisingly still. Our arrival at Kigali International Airport was seamless—thanks to the meet-and-greet service, we were whisked off to the airport lounge while our luggage was collected. A gentle welcome to Rwanda, and just the start of what would become a deeply moving, colorful, and unforgettable first day.

We were transferred to our boutique hotel, The Retreat, where we kicked things off with a leisurely breakfast. The setting was serene, nestled in a lush garden—just the kind of calm you need after a long-haul flight. Though our rooms weren’t ready yet due to our early arrival, our spirits were high, and we didn’t have to wait long to dive into the city.

Our guide, Eric, met us for a private city tour—professional, warm, and incredibly knowledgeable, he began by taking us to the Kigali Genocide Memorial. It’s hard to put into words the gravity of this visit. The memorial is a sobering yet essential stop. It doesn't just recount history—it gives voice to resilience, to survival, and to a nation’s extraordinary ability to rebuild. We left heavy-hearted, but with a deepened understanding of Rwanda and profound respect for its people.

In need of fresh air and a moment to reflect, we made our way to La Creole for lunch. The terrace there is absolutely beautiful—sun-drenched and full of life. We sampled Rwandan tilapia, rich with flavor, and a medley of local dishes. Their cocktails and mocktails are as vibrant as the city itself, and the fresh fruit juices were a highlight. Refreshing, simple, and exactly what we needed.

Our afternoon was filled with color—literally. We explored a local market, focusing on textiles. It was such a joy hunting through patterns and colors, and I managed to pick up some adorable t-shirts for the kids and a lovely little dress for my daughter. The market was alive with energy, friendly smiles, and the kind of craftsmanship that tells a story with every stitch.

Next up was the Niyo Art Gallery, a sanctuary of local creativity. The gallery is intimate yet filled with bold, expressive works that speak of Rwanda’s culture, its soul, and its dreams. Watching artisans at work, it struck me how art here isn’t just for display—it’s a form of healing, pride, and identity.

By the time we returned to The Retreat, exhaustion had well and truly set in. Between the long flight and the emotional intensity of the day, we were completely spent. Dinner at the hotel was early, quiet, and delicious—though I must admit, it was the bed that stole the show. Hands down, the most comfortable one I’ve ever slept in. I think I was asleep before my head even touched the pillow.

Kigali, you’ve already moved me in ways I didn’t expect. If this is just the first 24 hours, I can’t wait to see what the rest of Rwanda has in store.