Pastor Phillip and his wife, Agnes, joined us in the van Wednesday morning in order to get us to Kokorio village where we would hold the first clinic. Describing the road to this village, and the village we went to the next day, is challenging.Imagine plains for hundreds of miles in all directions. Dry, dusty, and flat; giant aloe plants, small cacti, short bushes, and trees with thorns three inches long littered that vast plain. In the distance a few clumps of trees could be seen here and there…in the way distance. Oh ya, and there are no roads, no two tracks, and only faint trails if you can call a lack of vegetation a trail.
We set out in a general direction winding the van around many green obstacles listening to the sound of those thorns slowly scraping the side of the vehicle as we inched along. Every once in a while a thorn bush branch would snap through the open window catching a passenger who would be leaning way in to avoid its sting. I know, close the windows. Have I mentioned how hot it is in Africa?Hmm wait, go that direction…I think. Eventually we heard the sound of children singing a welcome song as a beacon.
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