Morning didn’t come soon enough, as a mosquito nibbled my
elbow raw during the night, and once again we were off. At 5:30 in the morning
we had a mere 72 kilometers (44 miles) to cover. About half way into that
journey we stopped for a view of the rice fields offered by our somewhat
elevated position. The stop, though, was necessitated by some hardware falling
off the truck such that the gas tank was dragging along behind us.
Just three short hours later we reached town, and as we
pulled into a gas station, the brakes gave out. So close, but yet so far.
Ushered into a taxi, those of us staying at the Hotel de Nard were whisked away to
beds and water and food. The meal I’d talked about during this three day
journey…a fruit cup and crepes…and gave me hope to keep moving. This is, after
all, a French colonized city.
In all things I give thanks to God. What would life be like
without a little adventure?