Today started out like most mornings so far. I am awakened by the sound of a straw broom sweeping the concrete around the building. The family outside the guest house in the home immediately next door seems like they are right inside my room. It reminds me that I am not home and that there are people close by. It may seem weird, but I am getting used to it. It is almost like when I wake up and have 2-3 kids who snuck into my bed and fell asleep on top of my legs so when I wake up if feels that someone poured concrete on me and I have to wiggle my way out of bed.
I went back over to “Starbucks” to hook up the computer again around and it was a lot less crowded. There was American Christian worship music playing this time, which did not seem to fit the locale. I missed the initial call about what happened at the Embassy this morning.
We headed for the orphanage and were able to go to “school” inside the orphanage. We showed up when they were having singing time. It was quite noisy (kinda like at my house) These guys can sure keep a beat (unlike the obrunis) The little children are fascinated with me when I walk by and they want to touch me. They think it is just so weird to see the funny white man. When they see me coming, they probably bet each other that they are too chicken to run up and touch me, so they must take on the challenge.
I forgot my camera this morning and they remembered from last night that they wanted to see their picture in the camera again. I will try again when I walk by in a little while
I was planning to stay in the hotel when I first got here. Since I didn’t know the food situation I brought a hot pot and some packs of rice, cans of chicken, and granola bars. It turns out that I am more chicken that the stuff I brought in the can because I have not eaten anything which I have not brought myself. Zack on the other hand has already eaten cole slaw, fish head soup with some kind of gooey bread (he even ate it with his hands) and he ate the Christmas goat at the orphanage. He has not gotten sick yet. After what he has eaten so far, it that won’t do it, then I would figure that he must have been exposed to radiation at some point in his life and he will be just fine. Good for him. I am sticking to my American diet of stuff that I brought myself. I went to a wild game feast at my church and had several exotic things such as rabbit, buffalo, ostrich, rattlesnake, quail, and deer. I only needed to do that once, and I have no desire to do it again. If everyone else likes fish gut soup and goat surprise then that is great. Some of you adventurous travelers may not see the big deal. As for me and my house, we will serve vegetables (and the occasional chicken) and that’s it. I hear a goat bleeting as I type this, how funny is that. The chickens were clucking earlier too now that I think about it.
We went to exchange money at the bank. Now again, you may be thinking big building with air conditioning, carpeted, with desks where the bank assistants sit. Nope, think of low ceiling with a man standing behind some plexiglass. Just for informational purposes, 1
We went for a second time to Starbucks today and more kids came up to me and started smiling. I came up to them and shook their hands and they started giggling. I think they were shocked that white guy touched them. One of them grabbed me by the hand and walked me down the street to the mini convenient store next to starbucks. He got some sort of ice cream thing out of the freezer and the kid looked at the attendant, walked out of the store, and I got stuck with the bill. It was only about 50 cents, but I thought it was funny. His other friends were laughing at him when he was walking into the store with me. He came out as the one who had the last laugh because when his friends saw that he got some ice cream out of the deal, I think they were jealous. Great, I’ll probably have a mob of kids everytime I walk down the road.
I finally heard about the phone call to the Embassy. I will have to wait until Monday morning to see if something can be done by next week. The phone called seemed positive, and from the beginning there have never been any promises. We are not trying to be optimistic, just realistic. It will take a total miracle to have God open up the way for all of this to happen. But if so, Jesus is the only One who can get the glory. Just as the song goes that I just heard outside my window, “God can make a way, when there seems to be no way. He works in ways we cannot see, He will make a way for me.” That was followed by the goat bleeting again.
Goats bleet, don’t they? I know sheep baaaahhhh, but all I know is that I am not going to eat the poor little fella.
I have had a Fanta orange soda and a Coke, both bottled in
So, for the rest of the day, I will finish up at the orphanage again. We try to get there around dinnertime and leave just before bedtime. I know what it is like when someone comes over and throws off the kids schedule. The parents wind up paying for it in the end, but that is just part of life. I feel the same way here. Although we are totally welcome at the orphanage, we don’t want to get in the way to make it harder on the kids or the workers, it is just to make it easier on everyone involved. Will update again tomorrow…..