Somehwere over the rainbow. From Almaty, Kazaksta to Bishkek, Kyrgzstan to the plaines of Son Kol lake.
Our team, Fellowship of the King, crossed over in Kyrgyzstan for nomadic yurt camping.
The symbol on the Kyrgyzstan flag is of the top of a yurt.
From Bishkek to the small town of Kotchcore you literally go to the bus station, tell a guy where you are going, negotiate the price, he puts you on a bus/van you wait for it to fill up, then it takes off.
Me, Nicole, Melissa, and Connor went towards the yurt camp as some of our other teamates stayed behind for various reasons, as they would be joining us 2 days later.
Once we arrived in Kotchcore, we realized we did the most logistically irresponsible thing thus far on the race. . . Or in life.
We knew we were supposed to be picked up by a driver in town who would take us 2 hours more to the camp. But we neglected to get the information of the name of the camp, the name or number of the driver, or where to meet him. And being in another country none of us had phoes with data, nor could we speak Kyrug. (Connor knew a decent ammount of Russian!!)
So the bus drops us off in front of a store on a dusty busy street. We move with our heavy packs out of the burning sun toward shade spot and decide to pray. Before that actually happens a girl comes over and askes “can i help you?”
Yes!!! is there anywhere we can get wifi so that we may look up information and contact our person who has the information.
Mariam, a former tour guide, directs us to Nomad Cafe a block away.
And then comes back later to further assist us.
Wow!!! Look what God did there.
We discover that she happens to know the guy who the yurt was booked through. Small world!!!
Even more wow!!!
Its not what you know but Who you know.
He knows what we need before we say a word.
We were ill prepared, but he saved the day. (And our souls)
Of course our driver had been waiting on us. Because when the yurt camp is 2 hours from town, its not like he was going to turn around. He was not even mad.
Just imaginge if Americans were this patient and pleasant.
We got to share with so many yurt visitors.
We worshiped with and had an amazing talk with 2 Italian girls, and their tour guide about philosophy, morals, Love, God, and government.
We played soccer with Slovaks & Locals who wore flip flops and were great at football.
We stayed among boys who were traing for Judo camp.
We had amazing prayer nights.
Dinner in the dining room yurt.
Wild horse rides.
Here is a donkey I pet every day.
Lamb slaughter.
Saw the most shootong stars in one night. And the most stars ever.
What was just a week of basking in the beauty of Gods creation and connecting with Him turned into so much more.
