February 8th, 2011
Today was pretty simple. We went to go visit the person who, as far as I could understand, was a governator of some sort. He wasn’t there, so our contact showed us a private nearby beach that we go could go to and not be heckled by vendors. we didn’t bring anything to do, so we walked back, grabbed our stuff, then I walked back to the beach with Bethsaida (bethsaidaportalatin.theworldrace.org) and Leah (leahmohrig.theworldrace.org) to see if there was any kingdom work to do there. They caught up with a few friends they had made and met some German woman on vacation. We’re bringing one girl to church with us tomorrow.
Dinner time came around and we go back to eat and sleep early for our 4:30am hike up a mountain to view the sunrise tomorrow.
February 9th, 2011
I’m writing this blog the day after, so I’ve already forgotten stuff. Not much special happened anyways. Jeremy Harris and I went up to a golf course because he wanted to check prices for a certain secret event that he wanted to plan for certain unspecified people, and also to possibly meet the owner, who we heard was a believer.
The plan was to take a trike (motorcycle+sidecar) from our house to the place, which is up a huge mountain. That was an interesting adventure. About five times it happened that the little 125cc motorbike was unable to haul us up steeper portions of the incline. We had to get out, chase the motorbike up the hill to a flatter spot and then get back in and continue until the next impassable incline. That bike was hot and we hada nice plume of blue smoke trailing us all e way up the mountain. The dude put 3 liters in the tank before we started up and we probably burned all three of them trying to go up this mountain. (Dad, I remember you telling me a story about hauling a trailer up a mountain in first gear trying to burn out the engine of a dodge… I imagine our trip went just about like that.)
Finally we made it to the course. As we get off the bike we joke that at least the trip back down will be easier. “Yes, if brakes are good,” replies Muchacho with a half-serious grin.
It’s a nifty 9 hole course for about $18. I’m not familiar with golfing prices but it was on the edge of some sort of budget, so we ordered a chocolate milk and gatorade and enjoyed the view for a few minutes deciding whether or not the secret event would happen or not.
We get back to the bike and before we start down the mountain Muchacho grabs a few 1 liter bottles and fills them up with water. He pours another liter of water on the brakes as Jeremy and I eyeball eachother suspiciously about what he’s doing.
We start our trip down the hill and about each fourth of the way down we stop to pour water on the brakes, which steam and pop ominously. Yet we make it down without incident. We have Muchacho drop us off at the beach to meet up with our friends. We meet up, play some volleyball together, play another two games with some friendly Danes (from Denmark) named Jasper and Matt. We’re hoping to meet up with them again today as by the time we got done playing it was time to leave for dinner. So hopefully they’ll come out and play some more volleyball and we can get to know them a little better and share some Jesus with them too.
On the business side of things… I’m technically not fully funded, I’m remaining on the race by promise to pay any remaining balance by the end of the final month. Right now that balance is about $4,000. Please help me pay it down by donating! Also, for security reasons I’ll be out of contact for the month of March. No news is good news.
