If you’re wondering what kinds of ridiculousness happened to Team Kindred this month, you’re in the right place! You know the routine by now but for those just tuning in, welcome to the World Race blooper reel. This is where I compile all of the funny moments from each month. Mozambique was by far the most “rustic” African experience we’ve had so far, with squatty potties and all. It was pretty interesting, but also very amusing in many ways.
-When we first arrived at our ministry hosts’ home, we discovered that we had a few unanticipated roommates: lizards. Danny was afraid that they would crawl on him at night, but I kind of liked having them around. We named them Frederick and Genevieve, and from then on referred to any lizard as “a Frederick.”
-On our first Sunday we were told we were going to church, but not how we were going to get there. Then, two motorbikes pulled up in front of the house. We had to go in shifts since we could only fit two of us on the bike at a time (plus the driver) so I rode with Vizerna, our host Peter’s wife. It must have looked so ridiculous – this white girl sandwiched between two locals.
-After having the same roommates for three months (Gretchen, Kaitlyn, and Kelly) you get to learn each other’s idiosyncrasies quite well. Kaitlyn talks in her sleep, all four of us snore, and I evidently have a habit of invading the personal space of whoever’s next to me. Multiple times Gretchen told me she had to remove my arm from on top of her. Oops…
-On our second Sunday a truck came to pick us up for church. We all hopped in, only to pick up more people along the way. By the time we got to the main road there were 35 people in the bed of the pickup, most of them standing. We thought we were going to die.
-After dinner one night we had all of the kids introduce themselves to us. During this a gigantic wasp descended on the table. Jarred tried to get it with a water bottle but instead the wasp went up the leg of his shorts, so naturally he danced around like a fool trying to get it out.
-One day we (the girls) noticed a disgusting stench in our room. We couldn’t figure out what it was, but we didn’t want to be anywhere near it. Then we found the culprit: Gretchen’s hand towel, which she had packed wet when we left Swaziland. It reeked like nothing else.
-During our first church service we discovered that we were expected to sing. (Something about foreign missions teams apparently means “singing group” in other countries…) Scrambling to come up with an idea, we settled on our one-hit wonder, Every Move I Make. I’m not saying it was bad, but they never asked us to sing again.
