Mozambique Blog.
On a whim, through a series of unknown events, our team left for Vilanculos, Mozambique. It was one of the most interesting, life changing weeks of my life.
I had to consistantly remind myself that at times life is about the journey not the destination. The trip there included many last minute travel arrangements, including waiting hours at a gas station to be picked up, sleeping in a bus at the creepy foggy thug filled Mozambique border, sitting for hours and hours on a bus with music cranked so loud that I couldn’t think straight…only to be dropped off at a store in the absolute middle of nowhere Mozambique. Our local contact, Jaco, called and said he was running late because the road to get there was worse than he thought it would be…so we sat there, guarding our bags against the hundreds of people who looked on in amazement that white people would be sitting there.
The road was bad…I know that in the states we joke about the roads and just how bad they really are…I don’t care how bad it is, the road from Messinga to Vilanculos was worse…the joke in the area is that it’s not an official Mozambique pot hole unless you could put a giraffe in the hole and see nothing but it’s head. Many times we found our car off the road as the dirt path alongside the main road was smoother than the road. We thought things couldn’t get worse…then Jaco slows down and turns completely off the road in the absolute middle of nowhere…and wouldn’t you know it…it was his driveway. Two kilometers down a sand pitted road and we were there, The Eagle’s Nest as he refers to it, a house built of reeds and a beautiful setting on a small lake. A few greetings and small talk filled some time before setting up our tents and drifting off to sleep…it was nearly 30 hours after we left Nelspruit, South Africa before arriving at our destination.
We left the next day to go over the Sabe River, where little to no Christian outreaches have been working at. We had no plan, no place to stay, no permission to go there, nothing. Upon crossing the bridge to the north side of the Sabe river, we flagged down one of the first people we saw, and explained our reasons for being there. We needed permission from the chief of the village to be able to show the Jesus film, this guy worked for the government and was willing to let us set up our tents at his house while he found the chief to get us permission…the first person we stopped to ask questions to was willing to help us throughout the process…along with opening his home to us. We stayed two nights, showing the Jesus film and spending life with the locals.
We took a couple days to rest a bit (one day we went snorkeling in the Indian Ocean, yeah, it was AMAZING) before spending the next days at the orphanage.
***See My Other Blog: The Orphanage Experience ***
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