A large pile of way to dirty clothes, a couple non-impressive mustache’s and 78 hours of footage means we have made it home!

It was a fast-paced intense trip from start to finish. We had a lot to do and see in not a large window of time but I think everyone would agree that we kept our days as full as possible. The nikon took over 1800 photos so im sure we will get some media up on the facebook site ASAP.
For the next few months a will sift through the footage and begin the process of putting together the film.

Thanks for caring those who cared.
We love you.

Today is our last day in Kigali, we are all preparing for our 27 hour bus ride to Tanzinia. 27 hours straight!
It is hard to sum up everything we have done in the last week or so because it was so busy. A few highlights would have to be sitting in a ga ca ca court. The ga ca ca courts is where the accused perpetrators of the genocide are tried. We tried to get an interview with the defendant, we even got a permit to do so, but the guy with the big gun watching him was not as enthusiastic about the idea as we were, so we dropped it.
Matt Joe and myself just rode side by side on motorbikes threw Kigali getting shots of the city. It still remains breathtaking even after being here for as long as we have been. The film is going well so far, we have counted just over 70 hours of footage, so we will have our work cut out for us when we get home.

We have not had a ton of time to BLOG because we are only here for a month and so our schedule are more than full. It feels like we have covered this entire country already. We are back in Kigali, and actually went for a few beers last night at Des Mille Collines (Hotel Rwanda).
We spent several days in Musasa district in a town called Ruli, on top of a mountain. It was really awesome few days, we were giving some donations to the orphanage and interviewing some youth about their stories. We also went up north to Ruengeri but only a quick one night trip. We had supper with the mayor of that district and met some amazing people from project Rwanda who are changing the world with bikes, google them.
We also seen our 3rd memorial site yesterday and I think it rocked the entire group again. It is still hard to imagine something so catastrophic could happen in such a peaceful and relaxed country. We have another interview in a few hours, I thought I would throw a Blog up well everyone ran off to the bank.

Africa, sitting on a dusty road not needing to say a word because everything is in front of you. No job to hide behind, no chaotic paced life. Working simply to feed our children, work to live. It is impossible to fall victim to false identity in a world that is so cut and dry.

There is all the time in the world to truly explore personal growth at its deepest level. There is no mark that must be met; there is no system of ideologies that must be followed to be someone. Instead you breathe the dusty breath of air and thank God for it in silence.

For years we fight, we kick and scream desperate for purpose, desperate for understanding. We are convinced that no one truly understands our circumstances. There must be some substance in this mundane life of going through the motions.

Over eat, over buy, over excess but under paid, under compensated and un-fulfilled. It takes almost all-remaining energy to put the fake smile on. So instead we retreat to our own thoughts, our own problems that no one can possibly understand.

Maybe it is just not that complicated. Maybe sitting in ragged clothing not waiting for something is not so bad. Maybe we are rushing towards a deeper un-fulfillment at unhealthy speeds.

It is not wrong to have possessions. It is not wrong to be successful. It is however about priorities. Faith, love and hope have taken a back seat to greed, lust and hate. We will work overtime but we have no time for a family member in need. We can take over priced vacations but we cannot manage 35 dollars a month sponsorship to keep a human being alive. We can have anything our heart desires but it seems to continue to result in a deep un-fulfillment.

So I step off my 10-hour bus ride from Uganda to Rwanda and breathe the same African air. There us not one thing I could want more, other than not to experience this alone. So I introduce myself to the humble African whom I share the air with.

From the heart of Kigali Rwanda,
Shawner.