Ok quick little update that I find well sort of funny.
So we´re all still recovering from our donut horror from yesterday. Today we were standing properly but still feel the after effects and are watching what we eat. The guy, Everett that was really sick yesterday did not go to the hospital but after we left him was still quite weak. Later that night while talking to his house family he suddenly got really dizzy and passed out. While unconcious his body went into convulsions. He´s now more then ok and up and walking around. Pretty scary that a donut can do that to you. However in my defense he did eat a quesadilla with sketchy cheese as well. Maybe that was what did it. Oh the joys of third world dinning.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Saturday, February 9, 2008
The tragic tales of donuts gone bad
So today after a delightful breakfast I was craving something sweet. I thought it was perfect with a little pastry shop across the way to check out their donuts and other pastries. And hey, while I´m there I might as well buy some for the whole gang ( at $.35 a pop i thought it sounded good) So I got home and everyone rejoiced, however after a bite or two the praises ended and everyone started binning the so-called donuts. True they were quite sketchy and tasted like they were made when my mohter was my age but no bother I´ll finish not only one but three and try my best to enjoy my pastry. Not a wise move. Three of us pressed in to the end and three of us couldn´t stand by the end of the night. One guys is so sick we might have to take him to the hospital. So much for a pleasant trip to the donut shop. Note for future travelers. If the food tastes strange and not the way it normally does. Just say no!
On a happier note, we went to a village one wednesday! We were up at 3am for a five hour car ride out of town and up a mountain to visit some kids of a little school. I loved it. It reminded me of the Congo winding up a mountain on crazy roads, passing the clouds and clinging on to the person beside you for dear life everytime another car comes from the other direction on the one way...road. When we got to the village my spanish got a workout as I tried my best to make friends with all the little kids. THey were so cute and didn´t seem to mind the mix of french and portuguese and at the end were hanging all over me stroking my skin and petting my hair saying ¨You are REALLY white!!¨Before we left we gave out hygene supplies and hoped the little raggamuffins use them before we began our 5hour trip back home.
Next week we leave again to the coast this time to preach at villages and train up some teachers of a school. I´m excited to get out again to the bush! It may not be Africa but it will do for now!
And just some extra fun little pics.
Horse back riding in the country ;)
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Me posing with one of the guards from the men´s prison
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