Friday, May 1, 2009
Final Chapter - Not a pretty end
To all my faithful readers a big note of thanks! I really appreciate your longsuffering to take the time to wade through all of my late night and even early morning musings. Many times the eyelids closed often in the course of a blog session. Thank you for the many compliments and the one constructive criticism i.e. Could you make the next one a little shorter? There is one secret I must let you in on. This is MY blog and by that I do not intend any selfishness. I wrote it as my souvenir of Africa and just let all of you in for fun. From Mexico to MT, KA, IL, FL, MD, NJ, PA and who knows where all else all the way to Cameroon folks were interested enough in the antics and actions of the team to tune into my little souvenir of April in Africa. Well it is time to wrap it up and put it to bed and try to avoid any bad end jokes in reference to my bout with dysentery since I arrived home. Oh yes and we want to add a few more pictures in this short ending.
After arriving home Tuesday morning about 1:00 AM I fell into bed already asleep. I awoke about 5 or 6 because it was already 10 or 11 in Africa. Fixed a little cereal and before finishing the dry oatmeal (too tired to remember milk on the way from the airport) I was sound asleep in the recliner. Woke up around nine or ten tried to do a couple of things and was soon asleep on the couch. Around 12:30 I got up because I needed to get ready for my radio show at 5:00. I tried for quite awhile to get some audio from the video I had taken of services in Yaoundé without success. It was ninety degrees outside and the house was hot and I was sweating. I could not tell if I had another fever because I am never sick and none of the thermometers I found worked. Did the show and was too exhausted to remember what I was doing through most of it. Rhonda called in from FL to say she was listening and enjoying the show.
After the program I called in sick to my Bible study group who were not expecting me until Wednesday and went home to bed. I felt awful and slept fitfully until I realize the bed clothes were soaked with sweat as was my tee shirt. I put a dry tee on and a dry towel under me and waited for dawn. I almost gave in to the temptation to head for the ER but thought it worth the wait of four hours or so to call my travel Dr. at 8:00. Seven fifty nine I started dialing and explained my dilemma to the receptionist. She put the MD on and he diagnosed dysentery and called in a scrip to my pharmacist. I was actually feeling pretty good by that time. I dressed opted not to have dry oatmeal and started for the PO to mail all the letters I had couriered from Yaoundé. That done I stopped at the diner for breakfast picked up my meds and a few groceries and headed off to get my first haircut in a month. As soon as I got home I was introduced to the messy details of dysentery. I have not reached the end (sorry, I tried) of those difficulties yet and it is Saturday but I am improving and am certain that all this soon will pass (sorry twice).
So that’s the story. Thanks again for sticking with it to the rather messy (I just can’t keep saying sorry so I’ll let you all fill in the last word!)
AMEN?
After arriving home Tuesday morning about 1:00 AM I fell into bed already asleep. I awoke about 5 or 6 because it was already 10 or 11 in Africa. Fixed a little cereal and before finishing the dry oatmeal (too tired to remember milk on the way from the airport) I was sound asleep in the recliner. Woke up around nine or ten tried to do a couple of things and was soon asleep on the couch. Around 12:30 I got up because I needed to get ready for my radio show at 5:00. I tried for quite awhile to get some audio from the video I had taken of services in Yaoundé without success. It was ninety degrees outside and the house was hot and I was sweating. I could not tell if I had another fever because I am never sick and none of the thermometers I found worked. Did the show and was too exhausted to remember what I was doing through most of it. Rhonda called in from FL to say she was listening and enjoying the show.
After the program I called in sick to my Bible study group who were not expecting me until Wednesday and went home to bed. I felt awful and slept fitfully until I realize the bed clothes were soaked with sweat as was my tee shirt. I put a dry tee on and a dry towel under me and waited for dawn. I almost gave in to the temptation to head for the ER but thought it worth the wait of four hours or so to call my travel Dr. at 8:00. Seven fifty nine I started dialing and explained my dilemma to the receptionist. She put the MD on and he diagnosed dysentery and called in a scrip to my pharmacist. I was actually feeling pretty good by that time. I dressed opted not to have dry oatmeal and started for the PO to mail all the letters I had couriered from Yaoundé. That done I stopped at the diner for breakfast picked up my meds and a few groceries and headed off to get my first haircut in a month. As soon as I got home I was introduced to the messy details of dysentery. I have not reached the end (sorry, I tried) of those difficulties yet and it is Saturday but I am improving and am certain that all this soon will pass (sorry twice).
So that’s the story. Thanks again for sticking with it to the rather messy (I just can’t keep saying sorry so I’ll let you all fill in the last word!)
AMEN?
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Next to Last Chapter - The Trip Home
I awoke with plenty of time to get to breakfast. I brought my computer to the Commons for Bob to use before breakfast. I noticed I had some email and when I opened Glenda’s there were these two beautiful shots of the snow covered fields one looking west and the other east. By the time I got finished with my email I needed to go get ready for the day’s activities. We started off by making our sandwiches for the picnic lunch. Then our little remnant went shopping at the fabric store after dropping Barb off at the CTC garage sale. We had to come back this way anyway. We stopped back to get Barb and a shirt for Bob so we had some time to visit at the garage sale. Then we headed out toward the airport and passed it to a primate park. We hung out there for a while looking at the animals behind high electric wire fences. Depending on the size and danger to human beings the fences might be tall or short. Our guide was very knowledgeable but the conditions were primitive. Sometimes we could hear loud roars through the trees from animals in other enclosures. One time such cries agitated couple of through the bars trying to engage the other who was doing the same.
I really enjoyed walking down the jungle trails. We ate lunch around the van but in the shade this time and then drove back. I got a little nap before we hit Yaoundé and as I said the power was off when we got back. There were no planned activities so I started reading a book Barb suggested entitled “man no be god”. It is written by a Canadian doctor who pioneered medical missions in Cameroon. I got to bed early.
Sunday we were supposed to go to the “missionary church” at the Hilton Hotel. Barb suggested we might rather go to a Cameroonian church. Carolyn agreed so we went to Covenant Baptist Church. It is a three story block building including the basement. We parked a block or two away and as we were walking down a muddy red clay street dodging puddles and rivulets we could hear the singing and the drums. I could not wait to get inside. The main floor was full so we were ushered into the balcony. The floor was a rough poured concrete that sloped toward the stage. We were among the first ones there and sat on the first bench. The benches were broad and backless and were built right into the floor so there was no tipping. An unfinished wooden railing was in front of us. We peered through it to view the platform below. The lead singer wore a red dress and a hat that matched and sang with a strong lilting voice. To her right were two other singers and a man playing a set of drums and cymbals? To her left in the center of the platform were the pastors and on the far side of the platform were more percussionists. One was beating what appeared to be a large porcelain vase with some sort of soft stick. Another had three bongos in a pipe rack and a third had a drum on its side which sounded like a bass drum. The rhythms were so impressive and the harmonies so beautiful they brought tears to my eyes. The sermon was preached in English and translated into French. It was about Jesus teaching people who believed on Him about the fact that there was no room in their hearts for the word of God.
We went out to a restaurant for lunch but it opening times had changed so when given our options we chose to go back to the garden spot we visited the first Sunday. It was called Café Yaoundé and again the food was delicious. The menu was all in French so I needed help with finding the lamb chops but I was able to order in French and they were delicious. After lunch we went back to our rooms to make final preparations. I wanted to go for a walk. It had begun to rain while we were at the restaurant and Carolyn wasn’t sure she would go but when the rain stopped we ventured out. The steep rutted red clay road soon added about an inch and a half to our heights and made the descent treacherous to say the least. I was wearing shorts and flip flops so the back of my legs were soon spotted rusty red. Carolyn was wearing her waterproof hiking shoes but she had some ankle color too. When we got back I just got the hose going the way I had watched the kids take care of the same problem. Carolyn decided to use a scrub brush and pack the shoes in plastic.
Mickey and Barb showed up around 4:00. Barb fixed us soup and after we cleaned up we packed the van and headed for the airport. There was an air of sadness at the table and when we dropped Barb off it was an emotional send-off. Carolyn, Bob, Elaine and I had an uneventful (thank the Lord) departure from Yaoundé. We left the gate about 15 minutes after the scheduled time. We arrived in Zurich at 5:22 Africa time and had coffee and hot chocolate. As of 2:00 AM EDST our flight is delayed 2 hours. We actually got off about two and a half hours late and after a couple of hours of flying we were just passing England and heading out over the Atlantic. It was then we heard the captain summon the cabin crew to the telephones. That was a new one on me and a little disconcerting to say the least. He wanted them to immediately collect all service items, cups drinks etc. because as we soon learned we were about to U turn back to England for an emergency landing at Heathrow. It was something about the fuel not dispensing evenly from all the tanks. It actually felt good that we were just that close to land and not in the middle of the Atlantic. A safe landing at Heathrow, a bus ride to the terminal and another trip through security and most of us were on another plane for DC. Carolyn and I actually volunteered to stay and fly business class the next day but we were the last ones called to board.
On the plane out of Yaoundé I met a med student Elana from Nashville who is about to get her MD. She was working in a Baptist hospital in Cameroon for the month of April as an ER intern and was on her way home to graduate. Carolyn and I talked to her for a while in Zurich and shared our experiences in Africa. I almost called on her services when I started to have fever and chills but Carolyn shared some of her Advil with me. I was at one point sure that they would have to call 911 to get me out of Dulles. I sweat so much and shook under one of those little airplane blankets I thought at least they would have to cart me to my transfer point. Hours dragged by. I was afraid I was contaminating the cabin with some jungle fever but then I started to feel better. By the time we were getting close to DC I had the blanket off was eating and drinking and feeling very well. I just wrote it off to exhaustion. When we arrived I said good bye to Carolyn because she was exiting and I was transferring to a PHL flight.
Everything went splendidly in Dulles. Luggage was right there. No problems with customs. Rechecked the bags and headed for the gate. Many were required to stay the night. Elana stayed the night and still had mechanical problems the next morning. My layover had originally been 7 hours. It was down under two now so I made a few phone calls happy to be back on unlimited minutes. Mine was the only cell phone working in Heathrow so Elana, Carolyn and I all used it to alert our families of the delay. Flight to PHL was full so we left early and arrived early and my friends JR and Jim were there when I landed. They stopped at McDonalds so I could but a milkshake because I was very thirsty. We arrived here a little before 1AM Tuesday. Having left Sunday at 9 PM with five hours difference I figure it was about a 33 hour trip. I was exhausted and need to quit now but will try to add the final chapter tonight.
I really enjoyed walking down the jungle trails. We ate lunch around the van but in the shade this time and then drove back. I got a little nap before we hit Yaoundé and as I said the power was off when we got back. There were no planned activities so I started reading a book Barb suggested entitled “man no be god”. It is written by a Canadian doctor who pioneered medical missions in Cameroon. I got to bed early.
Sunday we were supposed to go to the “missionary church” at the Hilton Hotel. Barb suggested we might rather go to a Cameroonian church. Carolyn agreed so we went to Covenant Baptist Church. It is a three story block building including the basement. We parked a block or two away and as we were walking down a muddy red clay street dodging puddles and rivulets we could hear the singing and the drums. I could not wait to get inside. The main floor was full so we were ushered into the balcony. The floor was a rough poured concrete that sloped toward the stage. We were among the first ones there and sat on the first bench. The benches were broad and backless and were built right into the floor so there was no tipping. An unfinished wooden railing was in front of us. We peered through it to view the platform below. The lead singer wore a red dress and a hat that matched and sang with a strong lilting voice. To her right were two other singers and a man playing a set of drums and cymbals? To her left in the center of the platform were the pastors and on the far side of the platform were more percussionists. One was beating what appeared to be a large porcelain vase with some sort of soft stick. Another had three bongos in a pipe rack and a third had a drum on its side which sounded like a bass drum. The rhythms were so impressive and the harmonies so beautiful they brought tears to my eyes. The sermon was preached in English and translated into French. It was about Jesus teaching people who believed on Him about the fact that there was no room in their hearts for the word of God.
We went out to a restaurant for lunch but it opening times had changed so when given our options we chose to go back to the garden spot we visited the first Sunday. It was called Café Yaoundé and again the food was delicious. The menu was all in French so I needed help with finding the lamb chops but I was able to order in French and they were delicious. After lunch we went back to our rooms to make final preparations. I wanted to go for a walk. It had begun to rain while we were at the restaurant and Carolyn wasn’t sure she would go but when the rain stopped we ventured out. The steep rutted red clay road soon added about an inch and a half to our heights and made the descent treacherous to say the least. I was wearing shorts and flip flops so the back of my legs were soon spotted rusty red. Carolyn was wearing her waterproof hiking shoes but she had some ankle color too. When we got back I just got the hose going the way I had watched the kids take care of the same problem. Carolyn decided to use a scrub brush and pack the shoes in plastic.
Mickey and Barb showed up around 4:00. Barb fixed us soup and after we cleaned up we packed the van and headed for the airport. There was an air of sadness at the table and when we dropped Barb off it was an emotional send-off. Carolyn, Bob, Elaine and I had an uneventful (thank the Lord) departure from Yaoundé. We left the gate about 15 minutes after the scheduled time. We arrived in Zurich at 5:22 Africa time and had coffee and hot chocolate. As of 2:00 AM EDST our flight is delayed 2 hours. We actually got off about two and a half hours late and after a couple of hours of flying we were just passing England and heading out over the Atlantic. It was then we heard the captain summon the cabin crew to the telephones. That was a new one on me and a little disconcerting to say the least. He wanted them to immediately collect all service items, cups drinks etc. because as we soon learned we were about to U turn back to England for an emergency landing at Heathrow. It was something about the fuel not dispensing evenly from all the tanks. It actually felt good that we were just that close to land and not in the middle of the Atlantic. A safe landing at Heathrow, a bus ride to the terminal and another trip through security and most of us were on another plane for DC. Carolyn and I actually volunteered to stay and fly business class the next day but we were the last ones called to board.
On the plane out of Yaoundé I met a med student Elana from Nashville who is about to get her MD. She was working in a Baptist hospital in Cameroon for the month of April as an ER intern and was on her way home to graduate. Carolyn and I talked to her for a while in Zurich and shared our experiences in Africa. I almost called on her services when I started to have fever and chills but Carolyn shared some of her Advil with me. I was at one point sure that they would have to call 911 to get me out of Dulles. I sweat so much and shook under one of those little airplane blankets I thought at least they would have to cart me to my transfer point. Hours dragged by. I was afraid I was contaminating the cabin with some jungle fever but then I started to feel better. By the time we were getting close to DC I had the blanket off was eating and drinking and feeling very well. I just wrote it off to exhaustion. When we arrived I said good bye to Carolyn because she was exiting and I was transferring to a PHL flight.
Everything went splendidly in Dulles. Luggage was right there. No problems with customs. Rechecked the bags and headed for the gate. Many were required to stay the night. Elana stayed the night and still had mechanical problems the next morning. My layover had originally been 7 hours. It was down under two now so I made a few phone calls happy to be back on unlimited minutes. Mine was the only cell phone working in Heathrow so Elana, Carolyn and I all used it to alert our families of the delay. Flight to PHL was full so we left early and arrived early and my friends JR and Jim were there when I landed. They stopped at McDonalds so I could but a milkshake because I was very thirsty. We arrived here a little before 1AM Tuesday. Having left Sunday at 9 PM with five hours difference I figure it was about a 33 hour trip. I was exhausted and need to quit now but will try to add the final chapter tonight.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Friday the 24th
Friday 24th uneditted and half asleep
I awoke around 4:30 AM and noticed my phone was on low battery alert. I got up and plugged it in but by AM it was dead. After checking everything I could I decided that maybe in the night I had not plugged it in right. When I plugged it in and saw the charge light start to flash I was as happy as the lady in the Bible with the lost coin.
Today was the last day of “work”. It started with the devotions with the teachers. I then rushed up to get an object lesson ready for the k-2 kids. While I was there the teacher Beth came for me. They wanted me down at the line up. I told her to tell them I was on my way. As I walked down the stairs I heard all the kids sing out, “Mr. Turner, where are you?” probably led by Christy. I sang back as I rounded the corner, “I am coming” and I heard someone inside the building laugh. Mary the principal wanted to thank me for my effort on behalf of the FES and then she asked some of the kids to pray for me which several did. Quite a difference from the start of public schools as I remember! Then Mary prayed a prayer of thanksgiving and asked God for a safe journey for the team as we travel home Sunday.
I gave the IOWA math test to two first graders and graded them had recess duty and had a nice talk with a South Korean woman whose husband is a Wycliffe missionary. She works in the library and had recess duty today also. Nest was the finish of the Beatitudes with the 5-6 graders and then helping with the scoring and recording of the rest of the IOWA’s. Somewhere along the line today I woke up to the fact that I did not have to make any plans for tomorrow.
After lunch only a few kids showed up and the power was off so I offered to show a DVD on my computer. We were without power so I took the kids to the boukarou and got it started. Soon we had 7 then 9 then 10 and by then we had to reseat everyone and ended with 11. After the first story was finished I asked if anyone wanted to watch another. Some did the rest I took out side and began what Glenda calls my “lesson plan stroll”. That’s where I have no idea what game we are playing as I walk on the field and tell everyone to line up by height in a really straight line. We played an exciting Duck, Duck Goose at the suggestion of one of the kids and then some other games I half made up or change to fit the age of the kids. By the time the kids were picked up we were exhausted. We all went into the Commons to wait for dinner and I think we all fell asleep in the comfortable wicker chairs before dinner was served.
Just before we ate Gretchen Harro showed up. She is flying to England for a conference before heading for the states. Since the power was out and it was getting kinda dark we took our supper plates up to the boukarou and ate in the fading light. Bob and Elaine were too tired to go buy Carolyn and I walked over to the Center to participate in the final celebration of the day for the forty years that SIL has been in this country. We saw many of the people we knew and enjoyed the service of stories and bible readings in various languages. The service was supposed to be on the basketball but the threat of rain pushed it inside.
We are down to one computer in the Commons, mine, so when we got back I let Carolyn get started while I changed into shorts. By the time it was my turn a terrible storm had begun. I unplugged the computer from the electricity and the web so as not to lose it. The storm was as intense as any we have had yet and lasted a lot longer. The strong winds cooled the place down but for several minutes you could hardly hear anything, Well the storm has passed but the lights are still blinking off and on so I better post this and get to bed
I awoke around 4:30 AM and noticed my phone was on low battery alert. I got up and plugged it in but by AM it was dead. After checking everything I could I decided that maybe in the night I had not plugged it in right. When I plugged it in and saw the charge light start to flash I was as happy as the lady in the Bible with the lost coin.
Today was the last day of “work”. It started with the devotions with the teachers. I then rushed up to get an object lesson ready for the k-2 kids. While I was there the teacher Beth came for me. They wanted me down at the line up. I told her to tell them I was on my way. As I walked down the stairs I heard all the kids sing out, “Mr. Turner, where are you?” probably led by Christy. I sang back as I rounded the corner, “I am coming” and I heard someone inside the building laugh. Mary the principal wanted to thank me for my effort on behalf of the FES and then she asked some of the kids to pray for me which several did. Quite a difference from the start of public schools as I remember! Then Mary prayed a prayer of thanksgiving and asked God for a safe journey for the team as we travel home Sunday.
I gave the IOWA math test to two first graders and graded them had recess duty and had a nice talk with a South Korean woman whose husband is a Wycliffe missionary. She works in the library and had recess duty today also. Nest was the finish of the Beatitudes with the 5-6 graders and then helping with the scoring and recording of the rest of the IOWA’s. Somewhere along the line today I woke up to the fact that I did not have to make any plans for tomorrow.
After lunch only a few kids showed up and the power was off so I offered to show a DVD on my computer. We were without power so I took the kids to the boukarou and got it started. Soon we had 7 then 9 then 10 and by then we had to reseat everyone and ended with 11. After the first story was finished I asked if anyone wanted to watch another. Some did the rest I took out side and began what Glenda calls my “lesson plan stroll”. That’s where I have no idea what game we are playing as I walk on the field and tell everyone to line up by height in a really straight line. We played an exciting Duck, Duck Goose at the suggestion of one of the kids and then some other games I half made up or change to fit the age of the kids. By the time the kids were picked up we were exhausted. We all went into the Commons to wait for dinner and I think we all fell asleep in the comfortable wicker chairs before dinner was served.
Just before we ate Gretchen Harro showed up. She is flying to England for a conference before heading for the states. Since the power was out and it was getting kinda dark we took our supper plates up to the boukarou and ate in the fading light. Bob and Elaine were too tired to go buy Carolyn and I walked over to the Center to participate in the final celebration of the day for the forty years that SIL has been in this country. We saw many of the people we knew and enjoyed the service of stories and bible readings in various languages. The service was supposed to be on the basketball but the threat of rain pushed it inside.
We are down to one computer in the Commons, mine, so when we got back I let Carolyn get started while I changed into shorts. By the time it was my turn a terrible storm had begun. I unplugged the computer from the electricity and the web so as not to lose it. The storm was as intense as any we have had yet and lasted a lot longer. The strong winds cooled the place down but for several minutes you could hardly hear anything, Well the storm has passed but the lights are still blinking off and on so I better post this and get to bed
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Thursday 23rd
Last evening I never finished my story. A woman came to the door and she had trouble with her car. She had tried to park outside the gate and backed halfway over the embankment. She came to the Commons for help so Mickey and I went. I had flipflops on so was really not prepared. Mickey’s first thought was to pull it out with the van but it was so far over we decided to back it the rest of off. I suggested turning the wheel so that the bumper would not catch. It was a good idea until the truck was on two wheels in danger of landing on the driver’s side. I was leaning as hard as I could on the passenger side of the hood wondering if I should try and get to the running board but afraid to move. The guard had come out and he ran over and jumped on the passenger side running board and shouted go. A couple of minutes later Mickey and I were heroes!!
The morning started with breakfast. I had prepared for the lessons last night after the power went out. My computer was well charged so I could work with it and write notes by its light. My roommate, Chris arrived shortly after I had gone to bed. His headlight was really dim so I gave him my flashlight. Then I noticed one under the bed that Eric had left the night before. With one on the sink and the other on the back of the toilet he was able to take a shower. I was asleep before he finished and got a good night’s rest, one of the better ones since coming here.
I started with the teacher’s devotional. Then I met with the k-2 and talked about peacemakers. Believe it or not the next task was to give the IOWA tests to the 1st graders. Recess duty followed then Bible for 5-6 and then hand scoring the IOWA’s. WOW! That took me back a few years, like 1970. Lunch, a nap and a little help with Carolyn’s pre-school and it was about over. They were supposed to see a video but the power was out here. I offered my computer but it was a VHS. While they were looking for a DVD I played some songs from the computer. They loved the crazy display of shimmering colors produced by the music on the screen. Looking for a video it was discovered that the school (next door) had power so the VHS was back on because that was where it was to be shown.
At 4:00 PM I took the rest of the pictures of the school kids for the end of session anthology and down loaded them to a woman’s computer. I also had been collecting everyone’s pictures in this computer so I put them on a flash drive and gave them to Paul who is going to make CD’s for everyone. Mary the principal came by and invited me to a soccer game that some my girls were playing in a few blocks away in a missionary compound. I started to go but it started to drizzle and threaten rain. I waited a few minutes and it looked a little better so I walked down the steep clay road imagining how slippery it would be coming back in a downpour. I decided I knew enough missionaries there that would shelter me and if not the guard would let me stand in the guard house until it was over. Our girls the Rainforest International School was playing the American School of Yaoundé. They were all 9th and 10th graders but to get enough for a team RFIS was using some of my little fifth and sixth graders. It was no contest but we cheered our girls in spite of the lopsided score.
The commons seems deserted even though most everyone has gone to bed by this time. At supper we had Eric as a guest but he has left for home. Tomorrow there will only be four of us for breakfast and unless Barb and Mickey join us the same for lunch.
Two more nights after tonight and we will be heading home.
The morning started with breakfast. I had prepared for the lessons last night after the power went out. My computer was well charged so I could work with it and write notes by its light. My roommate, Chris arrived shortly after I had gone to bed. His headlight was really dim so I gave him my flashlight. Then I noticed one under the bed that Eric had left the night before. With one on the sink and the other on the back of the toilet he was able to take a shower. I was asleep before he finished and got a good night’s rest, one of the better ones since coming here.
I started with the teacher’s devotional. Then I met with the k-2 and talked about peacemakers. Believe it or not the next task was to give the IOWA tests to the 1st graders. Recess duty followed then Bible for 5-6 and then hand scoring the IOWA’s. WOW! That took me back a few years, like 1970. Lunch, a nap and a little help with Carolyn’s pre-school and it was about over. They were supposed to see a video but the power was out here. I offered my computer but it was a VHS. While they were looking for a DVD I played some songs from the computer. They loved the crazy display of shimmering colors produced by the music on the screen. Looking for a video it was discovered that the school (next door) had power so the VHS was back on because that was where it was to be shown.
At 4:00 PM I took the rest of the pictures of the school kids for the end of session anthology and down loaded them to a woman’s computer. I also had been collecting everyone’s pictures in this computer so I put them on a flash drive and gave them to Paul who is going to make CD’s for everyone. Mary the principal came by and invited me to a soccer game that some my girls were playing in a few blocks away in a missionary compound. I started to go but it started to drizzle and threaten rain. I waited a few minutes and it looked a little better so I walked down the steep clay road imagining how slippery it would be coming back in a downpour. I decided I knew enough missionaries there that would shelter me and if not the guard would let me stand in the guard house until it was over. Our girls the Rainforest International School was playing the American School of Yaoundé. They were all 9th and 10th graders but to get enough for a team RFIS was using some of my little fifth and sixth graders. It was no contest but we cheered our girls in spite of the lopsided score.
The commons seems deserted even though most everyone has gone to bed by this time. At supper we had Eric as a guest but he has left for home. Tomorrow there will only be four of us for breakfast and unless Barb and Mickey join us the same for lunch.
Two more nights after tonight and we will be heading home.
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