For the last few days we split up into different teams. I had the privileged to be with Kimberley, Stephan, Annemarie and Christiaan (our translator). As we ventured into the unknown, we drove trough white covered mountain tops.
When we arrived at the town (very small) we looked for accommodation. Annemarie and Christiaan went to find a place to stay and found a room. When we got their, the people decided to change the price. We couldn’t afford it… So we went and looked for another place to stay. We found another room for 5 people, wooden mattresses, and a whole in the roof. We realized that it was not going to work, and that we would freeze. Kimberley decided that she will use her charm to find us maybe a better room.
Kim to the rescue…she found a policeman that organized the previous room for cheaper. Our new room was heaven compared to the other one and in it was a safe place to pray for the town.
We went to the monastery and prayed (also to do some scouting for tracts). But the next day Christiaan arrives, sharing the news that there is no bus the following day. So we had to pack our bags and run down to catch the bus.
With no bus waiting for us, we decided to take a taxi. We needed to be in another town by Thursday. Driving for three hours in the taxi we arrived at the bus station to by tickets for the next day. To our surprise, the sleeper bus was just about to leave; we had to go from the taxi straight on to the bus. The bus ride was about 20 hours long. Sitting at the back, we had a SHAKING TRAVEL all the way.
On the bus there were three monks one of then demon possessed… Thank God the other two had tied him down, but what a drive. The man was very restless so Ann and Stephan went to pray for him, and he settled down.
Looking back to our little paradise we just see God’s provision, and even arranging our travel.
