Be sure to read the ‘The Arrival’ and ‘General Life’ blogs before this!
Today Brandon and I rode on the backs of bicycles for 30km to get to Malawi, where the closest ATM is. It took four hours on bumpy dirt roads in the hottest sunshine I’ve ever encountered. I don’t recommend the experience, or the sunburn. When we got there, the border post said they don’t sell Mozambique visas, so we wouldn’t be able to return if we crossed (our visas are single entry only). Many swear words came to my mind. We started the return journey, and about 2km down the road, we paid our bicycle drivers what we had agreed to for the entire return journey and hitch hiked instead. Thank you Jesus for World Vision and their trucks. Just another day in the life in Mutarara, trying against all odds to make things work.
