Left for Nimule, Sudan this morning from Entebbe airport in Uganda. On the way from Kampala to the airport, the driver slammed on the brakes in the van when she wasn’t sure if the green light meant go or not (this is actually something to worry about and watch for here in East Africa). We fish-tailed and skidded quite a bit. It was scary and funny all at the same time. The MAF pilot that flew us from Entebbe to Nimule was Simon. He was really very nice. He knows Andy, the MAF pilot in Kigoma. Simon said he was Swiss, but his accent sounded quite British; a bit Scottish in fact. After further questioning I learned that he grew up in Papau New Guinea as the son of missionaries, attended International Schools which taught in English, and was married to a Scottish woman... hence the Scottish/British accent. After he gave the "speech" (a really short version of the safety speech that a flight attendant typically gives), he prayed for our flight, for the FRM ministry in general, and for the ministry that we, the passengers, would be doing in Nimule specifically. It was such a blessing to have a pilot pray before the flight! It almost choked me up a bit. Well, I have tremendously bad jet lag and sleep deprivation. I arrived from the States just three days ago and have averaged about three hours of sleep each night since. I feel sick and want to go home, but I know it’s just the physical side warring against the spiritual because my body is so weak right now. I just had beans, rice, and cabbage for dinner. Too delirious to write more now. Going to shower and sleep.
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