We Walked A Lot
Mozambique is heading into the hot time of the year. Each day is just a little hotter and just as humid. In a few months the unbearable heat will begin to cool off as it rains more and more. But for now it's just hot. But mango season is about a month and a half out, so that will be cool.
But as the title suggests we walked a lot this week. And the only thing worse than walking a lot is walking a lot when it is hot and humid. The heat reminds me when I was in the States looking at 70-80 degree temperature year round and thought "that'll be nice, it will be cool all year round." Oh how foolish I was. I was still naïve to the staggering effect of humidity. But when I stepped out of that plane on that first day, I quickly learned how wrong I was. Well, that was super dramatic. It isn't that bad. Yes it's hot and humid but it's alright.
This week we had two days in a row when we did just a ton of walking. It was exhausting but mostly worth it. On the second day of walking a ton we saw a drunk guy almost kill himself on a motorcycle. He was wildly flying down a dirt road revving the engine with his hands while trying to slow down by digging his feet into the ground. His crowd of friends dodged out of the way as he careened down the path almost running into a fence. Then just as quickly as he appeared, he turned around the corner and continued his drunk journey further down the road. Elder Adams and I were struck at the sheer stupidity and drunkenness the man had shown. As we continued down the path his friends said the obvious to us "yeah he's drunk." I don't know what happened to that man, nor do I know why I choose to write about this but to anyone reading this I would recommend 'don't drink.'
Sunday was pretty solid. We walked with a return missionary, had some good lessons and finished it with an activity at our bishop's house. Plus a lot of solid people showed up at church. All in all just great.
I can't really explain it but this week feels like it flew by. Like before I knew it the week was over. I guess that's how it is as an oldish missionary. I know we worked this week but it feels like it all happened in 5 minutes. Anyway next week is the last week before transfers, so you'll probably hear about how I still won't have news.
But as the title suggests we walked a lot this week. And the only thing worse than walking a lot is walking a lot when it is hot and humid. The heat reminds me when I was in the States looking at 70-80 degree temperature year round and thought "that'll be nice, it will be cool all year round." Oh how foolish I was. I was still naïve to the staggering effect of humidity. But when I stepped out of that plane on that first day, I quickly learned how wrong I was. Well, that was super dramatic. It isn't that bad. Yes it's hot and humid but it's alright.
This week we had two days in a row when we did just a ton of walking. It was exhausting but mostly worth it. On the second day of walking a ton we saw a drunk guy almost kill himself on a motorcycle. He was wildly flying down a dirt road revving the engine with his hands while trying to slow down by digging his feet into the ground. His crowd of friends dodged out of the way as he careened down the path almost running into a fence. Then just as quickly as he appeared, he turned around the corner and continued his drunk journey further down the road. Elder Adams and I were struck at the sheer stupidity and drunkenness the man had shown. As we continued down the path his friends said the obvious to us "yeah he's drunk." I don't know what happened to that man, nor do I know why I choose to write about this but to anyone reading this I would recommend 'don't drink.'
Sunday was pretty solid. We walked with a return missionary, had some good lessons and finished it with an activity at our bishop's house. Plus a lot of solid people showed up at church. All in all just great.
I can't really explain it but this week feels like it flew by. Like before I knew it the week was over. I guess that's how it is as an oldish missionary. I know we worked this week but it feels like it all happened in 5 minutes. Anyway next week is the last week before transfers, so you'll probably hear about how I still won't have news.
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| It may be a little hard to tell but the photo of Elder Adams and I holding hands is on a grass patch shaped like a heart. |
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| Cookies that Elder Adams made |
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| Elder Adams in front of some graffiti |
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| Standing on a bridge over a stream |
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| The house with a green roof. First off a lot of houses are like that here (in that being made of sticks and rocks). Also, that is actually a church. |
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| Nice sunset |
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| Me in front of a field |
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| Africa has cows |
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