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Travel Photo Friday: Livingstone-Stanley Monument, Bujumbura, Burundi

From the archives. Bujumbura, Burundi, March 2009.

A few kilometers outside of Bujumbura there's a large rock known as the Pierre Livingstone, the Livingstone Rock. It marks the spot where Livingstone and Stanley spent a few days in Burundi as they were passing through the region. It's not where the famous "Dr. Livingstone, I presume," was uttered; that took place in Tanzania a couple weeks earlier. But they both wrote in their journals about the hospitality of the local king and there's some speculation that they stayed for so long because Stanley was suffering from malaria. It's a highly contagious area, but also a nice view to sit and recover by.

View from the monument. We brought a cooler of beers and sodas and enjoyed a drink in the cool breeze.

If you enlarge the photo you can see where they carved their names and the date.

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Comments

Sophie said…
Burundi - how exciting. Along with Rwanda, it's high on my list :)
Sonja said…
Wow - I did it - I enlarged the photo and saw the engraving. That's so cool!
Lisa said…
It is a lovely view and very interesting historical trivia.
Burundi, now that's a place you don't hear much about! Can't say it ever occurred to me to go there either =)
Stephanie said…
Thanks everyone!

Camels, we lived there for two years.

Sophie, both Burundi and Rwanda are gorgeous.
Anonymous said…
We have a very nice man from Burundi who ownes a deli called "G's" here in Alpine Ca
We are 32 miles east of San Diego off of interstate 8
Stop in for the best sandwich and service
My name is Howard

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