Sunday, November 30, 2014

BACK IN AFRICA


After spending this last year in the U.S. for various family and ministry reasons, we returned home to Mozambique for a few months (Victor) and weeks (me).

First we traveled to Seattle where our kids got to meet their new cousin, Lucy.


We also enjoyed witnessing the conversations between the two most talkative people in our families.


Then Victor and I traveled three days from Seattle to Nampula.

EBOLA SCREENING FOR AMERICANS IN MOZAMBIQUE

When we arrived at the airport in the capital city, Maputo, they took each arriving passenger’s temperature and asked what countries we had come from.  When we mentioned the U.S., they immediately took us to a medical room where they interviewed us, collected all our tracking information, and told us to contact them immediately for quarantine if we get a fever.

I thought the officials in the airport were doing a good job screening people and I thought it was ironic that lots of Americans would be scared about travel to Mozambique because of ebola, while Mozambicans have more of a reason to be scared of us Americans coming into Mozambique, as ebola has actually been in our country and not theirs.  When they wrote our information down, I saw the list of all the other passengers who had come from “ebola countries” and every one of them was from the U.S.

The continent of Africa is almost four times the size of the continental U.S., is home to over 1 billion people, and is divided into 54 countries.  Ebola is in three of those countries, which are all closer to Norway than to Mozambique.

NAMPULA

In Nampula the kids came to the airport to pick us up and as we rode through the city in the back of the truck it felt like we had never been gone.  I was exhausted after four days with almost no sleep and I went straight to bed.  But Victor always hits the ground running when we’re in Africa and his work drive doesn’t even seem human.  After hugging all the kids “hello” he stayed up late organizing things in the office and the next morning he was back up at 4am, taking a team to the farm to build a house!  The team of workers returned home around 8pm and had almost finished the foundation.

The next morning we went back to the farm to continue working on the house.

This is the drive from the orphanage to the farm, which takes about 15 minutes:

Victor driving the truck.

Passing other vehicles on the road.



Turning off the main road and going a few kilometers down a path in the bush.

Witch doctor hut.

The orphanage truck. There is no water in this area yet so we bring our own water in a huge tank.

This is the most extreme part of the dry season.  The rainy season will start at any time and then things will turn lush and green.

Mountains and rock formations surround the area in the distance.

This is the orphanage farm and this is where we are building a little house.

Working on the foundation.

Mixing the cement.

The guys worked really hard all day and returned to the orphanage in the evening.

THIS IS AFRICA

Back at the orfanato, I accidentally locked myself out of our house.  I went to Timisa and told her what I had done and she said that Samito could get the door open.  I waited for Samito to arrive with a paperclip or something, to pick the lock, but instead he came with Martinho and a gigantic heavy pipe thing that was like several feet long!  I’m not going to tell you what they did with the pipe to get into the house (because then all the banditos who read this blog will know how to do it) but it was AMAZING.  I’m always super impressed with the way people in Mozambique use what’s available to do things I would never dream are possible!


Their friends enjoyed this.

SINGING AND DANCING

Children singing and dancing before evening devotions.

Older girls singing and dancing.

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