When we left for home that day, we decided to take the chameleon home with us rather than leave him with the untrusting crowd. That was when Michael dubbed him “Les”. Seemed fitting enough. He was an ultra-slow, “less gas” sort of guy :)
This is Les on my dad’s head, trying to get as high off the ground as possible. I think he was quite relieved when we released him into our yard to disappear into the world of green that surrounds us.
This week marked the nursing group’s final week with us and I think it turned out to be the most eventful time of all. There were 2 full days of community immunizations, health teaching at the grade school, time in the health post plus some presentations and debrief time. I was very interested to hear the presentations which included their assessments of local community’s health and possible interventions,
personal challenges faced by the students, etc. It was interesting to see my surroundings through their eyes.What I found particularly heart-warming was the identification of personal challenges which are true for anyone taken from their home and placed in a totally foreign setting. It’s a learning curve whose impact always takes us quite by surprise, regardless of how well prepared we feel for an international experience! These pictures speak for themselves.
And no visit (by certain individuals) is complete without some special entertainment and a few pranks on the host missionaries. I think this serenade by firelight was an apology for the mischief to follow (like tying our doors shut on the night before departure). We took it in stride--this time.
Currently we’re headed back home to the bush after saying farewell to our friends and guests at the Beira airport. This coming week will prove to have a pace of its own as we prepare for the 2 day marathon drive to South Africa over the deteriorating N1 highway (my dad leaves from Joburg to return to Canada). The worse the road gets though, the slower the going. Or at least, that’s the usual response I encourage from the passenger’s seat with “Whoa..slower, slower!” But somehow, there’s an echo in my mind from the recent past...a voice from the back of the van saying, “More gas!”