I felt anxious and nauseous as the red sun descended. I can't explain it; maybe it was the apple I ate without cleaning it, but fear gripped my heart. Tears welled up in my eyes, as the front of the bus collectively gasped. The bus swayed from side to side, and then a sudden impact jolted us. Shouts erupted, we came to a stop and people began to exit. We had struck a man. I wasn't crying, but tears streamed down my face. I was shocked, confused, and terrified. Would these people seek revenge, or would they remain peaceful? All of us "muzungus" chose to stay on the bus. Olivia and Netanya wanted to help, but we advised against it. What if you get blamed, and you don't have licenses here? Later the villagers informed us that two trucks had narrowly missed him earlier that day, and it seemed he wanted to die. We feared we could have caused of his death. I frantically texted Remmy, "What happened? We hit a man, and he's bleeding from his head. What should we...
I wish I could say that I had been to looking forward to Crusade. That my heart was happy to leave Riverside. That I enjoyed the camping, the food, the showers and the toilet. But I was not looking forward to Crusade. If, you have read my other blog about just starting out on Crusade, you know that we took public transportation in the form of a bus. It feels a bit like deja vue to say the trip should have…. But, it was supposed to take roughly 20 hours at the most this time. Instead, it took us 36 hours just to get to Mpulungu, the town before our final destination. And let me say this year was, by far, more stressful than the last… even if that trip took 52 hours ( Go read that blog here! ) In short, at around 18 hours we hit a man who was trying to die and we were 3 hours, in either direction, away from the nearest town. In Zambia, in the middle of no where, anything can happen. People (white people especially) have been stoned to death for less. Robbed for less. Wo...
Selfie on the plane in Dallas Yesterday, which still feels like today I said goodbye to my family. I said goodbye to my cats and my best friend. It was emotional, yet it felt so surreal. My brain knows that I won't be home for 8 months. My brain has not felt it yet; maybe that's because I simply refuse to feel it. It's been twenty-one hours since I took off from KC. It feels like it was only three. The first leg of the flight was delayed by twenty minutes, with only an hour layover. I was sprinting from my gate to the skyline and then from the skyline to the gate. I then had to recheck my passport and my vaccination card, get a new boarding ticket, and finally, minutes before the last call boarded the plane. I was so stressed, but I made it praise the Lord! Second meal served during the flight: 7/10 The fifteen-hour flight was fairly pleasant. I was next to a window close to the back. There was a lovely couple sitting next to me on their way to Uganda for two wee...
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