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My Journey to Tanganyika Blue Bay Resort

For those of you who are NBA Basketball fans (and those of you who are not, what are you waiting for? Lol), you might remember Isiah Thomas words when the Pistons won their first championship (many of you were not born yet lol). He said “Heaven might be like this”. That's how I felt this Sunday when I arrived at Tanganyika Blue Bay Resort. This place is just heaven on earth(click here: www.tanganyikabluebay.com)

I had heard of this place, but it was my first visit there. I went there because I'd heard that the paparazi won't follow me there. Just kidding. It was a surprise to my wife that I secretly planed few days ago with my friend Adrian. My wife couldn't believe it. All the way from Bujumbura to Rumonge (where the resort is located), all she could say was singing Steven Sogo's song “Il est beau mon pays” (My country is beautiful). The funny thing is that she was singing about Burundi and she is from Rwanda. Go figure lol

At her place, I would do the same. Boy this country is beautiful. The last time I went to Rumonge was in 1992. Can you believe that?

What a week! This week alone, four of my dreams came true. I conducted my first workshop in Burundi (man, it was fun), I met former President Buyoya (I really respect this man and I wanted to meet him for a very long time), I went to Kidumu's concert (this guy is just a huge superstar in the making) and I was in the news all week long. That's just only the beginning (I am just modest as you can see...). To top it all off, my visit to the Blue Bay Resort. Toronto can wait just a little bit.

Do you know the cool thing? I met the boss of the Resort and, guess what? He gave us a complementary room my wife and I for next week-end (please do not call me next week-end, my phone will be off lol).

Even though this week was really cool (and very busy), my friend Adrian is the one who made it complete, for many reasons. First of all, he is the one who got the idea of going down to the resort. Second of all, while having a drink on the beach, he shared with me his dream and he rocked my world. This guy has some serious dreams man. I just want to be part of it.

On our way back to the city, we met a group of young fellows who were with us at the resort. It seemed that they had some car problems. My friend Adrian decided to stop and give a hand. Their car could not move. We were so many miles away from the city. Adrian decided to cut the seating belt of their car and use it to pull their car with ours. We drove for hours, pulling the other car behind us until we got to their home (and it was getting dark). The young fellows, and myself could not believe how generous my friend Adrian is. He always put others first, and what he did for those kids was just unbelievable. Guess what, that is how Burundians are. We had our share of problems in the past, but we are generous people in spite of all. Something the world may learn from us

Moral of the story? Do you want a complementary room at a resort? Just be in the news and you will be in a concert (I don't even know what I just said, but who cares lol)

Always a pleasure
Patrick
The Journeyman
patrick@goalachieverscanada.com

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