Sabil

Today (I am convinced) that I went where NO man has gone before(!!!), which of course is a total lie... but it sure felt like it
Scariest car ride of my life. No no mother I am not afraid of the killer spiders, or poisonous snakes, or even the angry mobbers.. it is driving through the wild country going 80 miles an hour on back roads that makes me think I might being seeing the good sweet sovereign Lord on High face to face today.
Take Mr. Toads Wild Ride, mash it with Space Mountain, add a dash of Indian Jones... sprinkled with Swiss Family Robinson... and you have my March 22nd. Me and the crew who work with WATSAN( Water and Sanitation Project), left Monrovia this morning and drove 3 ish hours out to the middle of the jungle to a village called Bopolu. This village has a Samaritans Purse Base building where we are sleeping and eating. During the day we will be going out to the surrounding villages to do sanitation education and see if the people are using their Bio Sand filters.
By golly though, it was like the roads opened up their rocky mouths and swallowed me whole... chasing me with a tall glass of dust and humidity. Yet Taya said those roads were even "bad".. that I hadnt "seen nothing yet"... and that "theres worse to come". Encouraging lass.
I still feel the jolts up and down in my little mind... and I bet I look amusing to other people as I try to gain back my balance and well as my dignity while I stand on flat ground in the middle of a room about to fall over

So Bopolu! I will be here a few days.. then back to Monrovia for a night.. then out again to another village I shall remember the name of later after I post this