Rwandering Through Kigali – The EPIC 10 Part Miniseries

Part 10:  The Return

After the really intense (did I mention that it was intense?) Genocide Museum, we grabbed some lunch and then headed off to our guest house to get our stuff and then on to the bus station.  It took us a little while wading through all the people who enthusiastically wanted us to get into their respective vehicles until we found one actually going to the border.

We sat in the van for probably at least half an hour waiting till it was absolutely full to capacity.  In the meantime we were assaulted by vendors selling everything from bread to bracelets to eggs to candy.  I don’t know if they were more surprised that we didn’t buy anything or if we were more surprised that they were surprised that we didn’t buy anything.  No thanks man, I don’t want your meat-on-a-stick.

By the time we got to the border, got our visas, and cleared customs, we were 2 hours late to meet our driver.  I was worried but he was actually still there waiting on us.  He had arrived in Katuna, the border town in Uganda, around 2 pm and waited us for 5 hours.  Good man.

Because there was a road closed, we had to take that crazy mountainous hundreds-of-feet-vertical-drop road that we had taken to Lake Bunyonyi.  Now you might think that because it was dark it wasn’t as bad.  I’m not saying that you’re wrong, but YOU’RE WRONG!  See, KNOWING that the drop is there but not actually being able to SEE it was a lot worse.  Of course it didn’t help that our driver was flying down the mountain dodging pot holes and rocks like an Olympic slalomer on speed.  If you miss that gate, it’s WAY too late!

I actually, at one point, swore that I would drive more slowly when I got back to ‘merica.  Everyone, you have Richard to thank for that.  If it actually happens.  I’m always late so it’s not bloody likely.

We arrived home.  It was around 9 pm by that time so we paid Richard and thanked him for getting us home safely (albeit with heart murmurs and a few cases of post traumatic stress disorder).

I had an incredible time in Kigali seeing good friends, experiencing a great city, and reflecting on the genocide in Rwanda.  I’ll never forget how I felt walking along the graves of 250,000 genocide victims and even seeing some of their skulls.  It both forces you to confront your own mortality and makes you feel more alive.  It is an experience that I wish everyone could have.  Only by experiencing these atrocities on both an intellectual and emotional level, and remembering the victims and what they went through, can we prevent such things from ever happening again.


One Response to “Rwandering Through Kigali – The EPIC 10 Part Miniseries”

  1. Nice work getting through all 10 parts of the EPIC journey. Was great to share the experience with you!

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