Flexibility is a virtue. Elizabeth and
I have finally made it back to Madang. Our trip out to the village
was only supposed to be 2 weeks long, but ended up being right around
3 due to some miscommunication. That's alright though, because during
our extra week in the bush we had a ton of awesome experiences, from
spearfishing in a nearby river, to petting a baby owl. During our
time there we helped organize the literacy center, helped clear a
garden plot with one of the families there, played soccer, and helped
with a medical course. We cleaned wounds, and learned how to make
bags. We ate fire roasted yams and discovered custard as a dessert
option. We watched and participated in Bible studies (which doubled
as great literacy classes), and we worked on putting fiberglass
patches on the missionary's boat. We rejoiced in the birth of the
village's newest baby, and we mourned with the village at the funeral
of a young woman.
It truly was a fascinating few weeks
for us, and really was confirmation for Elizabeth and I that we want
to spend our time in PNG in a village setting as much as possible.
For now, though, we're back to the daily grind of office work and
translation checks here in Madang. Elizabeth has a checking session
coming up where she will be going over a translation done by
nationals with them. I was supposed to be doing a literacy workshop
with another people group, but that has been postponed to a time
after we will have already left country. So for me it is back to
finding odd jobs around the office and helping where I can. For
instance, today I filled in the text on 20 or so shell books to be
used with literacy work and health education here in the city. T'was
4 and a half hours well spent, in my mind. I'm rather looking forward
to seeing what I get to do tomorrow!
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