The Travel
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We definitly got reminded that part of missions work is getting there. That's half the fun right? In preparation we all journied down to the health department to get the appropriate shots, ((Yellow Fever and Malaria were the big ones ... )), scrambled to get our visas in time ((and learned a lot about the potential randomness of the Ghanain embassy in DC)), and somewhere along the way we learned to interpret our plane tickets.
This is the plane we crossed the Atlantic on.
This is the sun setting over the Sahara. It was awesome to look down and see the endless waves of sand.
We spent a lot of time in airports... Through JAX, Amsterdam, and Accra twice, also through Memphis and Detriot. I actually saw snow for the first time at our layover in Holland, and again out the window in Michigan.
Big ole fat testimony:
This is coming off of our final flight home in the JAX airport. That was actually the worst I felt the whole trip. I experience motion sickness on a daily basis, and have had some bad moments on trips in the past. Ok, LOTS of bad moments on trips in the past. But God was so amazing in his grace over me this time. I have probably never travelled so much at one time in my entire life, through planes, horrible roads, you name it. But probably 80% of the time I was perfectly ok, no more uncomfortable than anyone else was. I cannot describe how huge that is. God will take care of us in our time of need.
In country we traveled in Francis's van (left) and Sammy's truck. The truck always proved to be a wild ride. We spent a lot of time in these vehicles. We went from Accra, to a hotel in Cape Coast a few hours away, to Kumasi over 5 hours away, to our churches and back over 2 hours each way, up to the northern Villages over 8 hours North of Kumasi, and once in the region of Saboba we drove around to a lot of different churches there. Although at times it felt like our travel was interrupted by ministry instead of vise versa, the long hours help us stay together as a team and gave us time to journal and reflect on everything we were seeing and doing.
And we complain about gas prices here!!!! I just thought it was great to see the pump reach 299,031 Cedes.
Things were never dull. There was very little traffic regulation, and the speed limit was usually determined by how fast the road conditions permitted. We used the horn often, mostly to signal to the person you were trying to pass to slow down so you wouldn't hit the oncoming traffic. We had some close moments ... man!
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