So, we attempt to get our son immunized and trek out on an eight hour road trip to Dar es Salaam, the capital of this country. Our departure time of 5 am was supposed to land us there about 1 pm. About 2/3 of the way there we completely fry our engine and spend the bulk of our day on the side of the road trying to figure a way to make it to our destination. Mostly because that was literally the next point of civilization that we could get help!
After praying together that God would send a truck that could tow our LandRover, we were all relieved that God did indeed provide just what we needed. And the dust patch we had called "home" for about six hours of the day has now become a happy memory for our family.
2 comments:
Hi Jenn,
Happy Birthday! I'm sorry we didn't call you on the day. Please forgive me.
Love the name sweet bananas! I remember them well, and the little road side stands that sold them, and seeing them carried to market on the heads of the locals. Have you tried the banana beer?
Love,
Dad H.
Oh Jenn, I'm sorry you got stuck far from home.... I know what that's like (it has happened to us several times).
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