Dear Family and Friends,
We
had another appointment in Kissy last week that was scheduled
for 5:00 pm. We left in plenty of time – 3:30 pm but on our way to
the Kissy chapel, there was some sort of traffic holdup, and we
didn't arrive until after 5:30 pm. But, the real fun began leading up
to the traffic jam.
We were initially delayed when a big
green armored truck was backed up to the entrance to the local Freetown
prison, which by the way, is just down the road from the mission
office – less than 5 minutes away. So they are unloading prisoners,
some shackled at the wrist to one other, some not (it looked to me
like they were tied together with a rope), with ½ dozen or so
uniformed guards with their rifles. Traffic blocked on both sides.
Keep in mind the streets in Freetown barely fit two-way traffic and I
am forever rolling down the window to pull the side view mirror in
because of my concern that Scott is going to tear it off because he
has gotten too close to another vehicle, or human being for that
matter. Anyway, back to my story. We finally are given the
green light to proceed and because we are going to be late as it is,
Scott proceeds to pull forward and around this big green armored
vehicle with another stopped vehicle just to the left of us and
perpendicular to the truck. He is always telling me to relax while he
is driving (even though I am “breaking” with my feet all the
time, closing my eyes, and sucking in my breath), but this time,
he
cuts it way too close and sure enough, a screech with the rubbing of
metal against hard rubber around the wheel well. He knows he has hit
something because I see his eyes popping out of their sockets, and I
am coming a little unglued. His immediate reaction is to stop the
car, like you would when you get in an accident at home, so you can
exchange insurances. But he has just scraped our truck against an
armored vehicle transporting prisoners with armed guards everywhere!
I tell him, “Hit the gas and go!” We did and never looked
back....our silver truck had a green streak for awhile on the right back
wheel well, but when I looked this morning, it was gone. Scott used
some elbow grease and it looks as good as new.
I have been taught recently the 3 S's for cockroaches – Smash, Sweep and Stomp! That is how
you terminate these crunchy little critters. If they are on the
counter, you smash them with the palm of your hand, then you sweep it
off the counter to the floor and finally stomp it with your foot.
They really are very hard to kill! The
other day, I found a big one belly-up in the freezer. I won't touch
them, so I got Scott to come and get it out; he had it in the palm of
his hand and within 15 seconds, it started to move! You can't even
freeze them to death! Then, just last night, I was re-heating spaghetti
in the microwave and as I took out Scott's plate, there was one in
there! I know it wasn't there when I started, so they must hide out in
the vents; took care of that little guy - left him in there and
microwaved him for 10 seconds - gone!
The rainy
season is coming and we have had a couple of torrential downpours during
the night; it is actually kind of magical to watch the city green-up.
We found a different driving route to take to our area of service, and
it cuts out at least an hour of travel and it takes us through the
country, such as it is, but it is lush and green and gives me a change
to look out the window and see something other than crowds of people,
podas and motorcycles.
Safe Journey!
p.s. Here are some pictures taken from Leichester Peak. Interesting fact - Elder Richard G. Scott dedicated Sierra Leone for the preaching of the Gospel in 1989.
1 comment:
I love reading this. I am so happy to find you. We kept a blog too of our adventures which are so similar to yours. eldondiana@blogspot.com. You have a newer truck than what we had---but oh the adventures we had.
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