Across Borders

Projects galore down here. I'm sitting in the midst of organized chaos (and maybe a bit of disorganized, too). All prep for upcoming events, but more on that later. Not too long ago, we had the pleasure of a visit from friends from the good ole USA. They restocked our non-existent chocolate chip supply, helped me with a new printing of our songbook, listened to our constant chatter and such like. Their stay ended rather abruptly with a trip to the Botswana border.



Border crossings in Africa are nothing like crossing a State line in the States. There are queues to stand in (and that could take hours, literally!), paperwork to fill out, questions, inspections and when you cross in/out of Zimbabwe, you have to step in some disinfectant (cut down on Hand/Foot/Mouth Disease). At one point, we had to pull all our shoes out of our luggage and dip those too. But, anywho. The Botswana border isn't too bad. If you can handle 98*F plus at 11 am. Nasty.

The Limpopo River divides South Africa from Botswana and Zimbabwe. As Dad & I trekked back over the bridge, after seeing our company safely across, he asked, "How many crocodiles do you think are in the river?" Creaky, metal slatted bridge where you can see the water below through the holes...not something I wanna think about.

 

Once back in South Africa, we headed south-east toward home. The land is speckled with villages. We made a stop-over in Ga Phago (Ha-Pa-ho). No sooner had I stepped out of the kombi, then my shoe snapped. Great. I'm so glad that African culture doesn't frown upon going shoeless. One bloke remarked, "Hey, it's heritage month, so I thought you were just going all African." Not likely. 

Mr. & Mrs Sako

 

After visiting with several believers & passing out Gospel tracts in a new village, we viewed a spectacular sunset. Chintzy phone cameras can't begin to capture the hues painted by our great Designer.