<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585547450263168780</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:22:54.511-05:00</updated><category term='Jean Marie preaches the Gospel.'/><title type='text'>African Adventure</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Darrel E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548279372931444160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585547450263168780.post-6439656593557640234</id><published>2009-08-31T17:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:33:22.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving West Africa</title><content type='html'>Joy makes a deal at the artisan's market.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SpyHYbFJWZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DbReYCmsiLQ/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376320908829481362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SpyHYbFJWZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DbReYCmsiLQ/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov. 29, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our last day in West Africa -- we're sad to leave but glad to go home. We have been gone 19 days. Living out of a suitcase gets old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the artisan's craft market in Accra in search of girfs and souvenirs. The merchants are quite the entrepreneurs. "Hello friend. See the excellent carvings I have." "Come to my shop. It's only two doors down..." They are VERY persistent--some would say they pester the shoppers. I'd say they just trying to feed their families. Joy was rather uncomfortable with the whole process which included "dickering" on price. But, with Brett's help, we got some good deals. Joy even got the knack of bartering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny story: Joy, Brett, and I got a laugh over this. a busload of travelers from Finland arrived and the merchants swooped down on them. Later I was out taking a photo (surprised?). The sellers like to "make friends," and one young man said, "Friend, I love Finland." When I informed him I was from the U.S., he was crestfallen! (Not so funny??? You had to be there.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, that could be said about our entire African experience -- you really have to see it to understand it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afternoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest time and some special time with Brett.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Accra International Airport&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One final adventure. I mentioned earlier that Ghanaians use any excuse to wear a uniform. Apparently it represents authority and power to them, and they are a source of pride. Sometimes it goes to their heads -- like today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brett and April have a routine at the airport. He circles and she jumps out to be sure the flight is on time, etc. April came out as usual and we picked her up at a crosswalk. As we circled to drop us off, about 7-8 "uniforms" blocked our path and ordered Brett to pull over. He did, and they quickly booted his Land Rover. One came to the truck and said we had illegally picked up a passenger at a crosswalk. Brett argued his innocence, but no luck. Brett was informed he must pay 40 CDI's (about $36) or get towed. Brett went to the police station nearby and explained the issue to the chief. He finally walked down to settle the showdown. Still the "uniform" (apparently airport security) demanded that the 40 CDI's be paid -- directly to him. Sounds more like a bribe to me. With the police chief's assistance, the dispute ended. Brett got his truck unbooted without paying the "fine," and the "uniforms" saved face when Brett "made nice" and groveled. Joy was very shaken by the incident, and so we had an emotional farewell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next leg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I write this, we are sitting in Lagos, Nigeria, picking up additional passengers for Frankfurt. Soon we will be on our way. It was 98 degrees in Accra today. Tomorrow it's supposed to be about 30 degrees in Germany.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are now in Frankfurt. What a marked difference between here and Accra. Modern, climate controlled and the usual German efficiency in evidence. Soon we will be on our way to Chicago -- USA. Whoo hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enroute to U.S.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just passed over Scotland. It looks like what I expected except for the snow-covered mountains. We will be over the Atlantic for quite some time. As I write this I am listening to Christmas music -- got to get in the mood; tomorrow is Dec. 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Note: I didn't forget Nov. 30. I'm just not sure when it happened.) I re-set my watch as we pass over Labrador. We have traveled 3245 miles since leaving Frankfurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOME!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still processing, but some notes and thoughts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. One has to admire the Togolese and Ghanaian entrepreneurial spirit. One day two guys stood in the middle of the road with a pile of dirt filling potholes for tips; the street hawkers tried to sell you anything , and they took their lives into their own hands doing it. At some intersections there might be 25-30 hawkers vying for a sale; and then there were the windshield washers -- some were middle aged and poor / some were 9 or 10 and poor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Windshield washers: I'm not sure what is sadder -- a child dodging traffic to earn a tip or a grown man who is probably trying to feed his family. They rarely ask -- just begin washing and hoping you have some spare change. (Brett tipped them every time.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Whoever is the distributor for corrugated sheet metal must be a rich person! Tin roofs, tin doors, walls, even windows (with hinges). Another thought: In the U.S. an &lt;em&gt;old fashioned&lt;/em&gt; tin/steel roof was likely a sign of poor construction and poorer owners. In West Africa, a tin-anything is a step or two up from the ramshackle shacks many people must live in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. It's more than a little weird (and culturally challenging) to see Christmas decor for sale and Merry Christmas signs at the mall when there is blistering heat and humidity outside. (Yes, I did say mall. Accra has a new, modern Western-style mall.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Just for the record: There are a lot more Caucasians in Ghana than in Togo. A white person was a rarity in Togo; not so in Ghana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I'm just wondering what my brothers in Christ like Jean Marie, Jerome, and Dagaa did today after meeting to worship with their village church? I'm also wondering how Ernest's (the omelet man) son's eye problems are doing. Nestor the blacksmith ... Erique, Brett and April's yard worker ... Brett's friend from the artisan's market ... the Millers, Reeves, and Kennells ... all were part of our lives for a few short weeks. Who knows when, or if, we will ever see them again during our days on earth. But, one day we certainly will be reunited on the other side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Our pilot says snow is in the forecast for Chicago with possible accumulation. What a difference a day makes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Ironic note: After our experience at the Accra Airport, we saw public service announcements on TV urging Ghanaians to put an end to bribery and corruption. Apparently the airport police don't watch television!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;December 5, 2008 / Final reflections&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was almost a week ago when we were in Togo/Ghana's blazing heat. Today it was in the low 40's here. But, there is much more about Franklin, TN that is different from West Africa than just climate. I think it comes down to opportunity. The chances of improving one's living conditions are much greater here than in Togo. That said .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we went to a Christmas concert by a wonderful violinist. She concluded with a very nice version of &lt;em&gt;Silent Night&lt;/em&gt; in which the audience was encouraged to sing along. It reminded me that there are more important things in life than "living conditions" (translate: having nice stuff and being comfortable). Those of us singing &lt;em&gt;Silent Night&lt;/em&gt; know the peace that comes through faith in Christ. So many need to know about that peace -- they are in Togo ... and here in Williamson County. "Peace on earth" should be an inner peace that comes from having a relationship with Jesus. It seems unlikely that the Kabiye people will have much in the way of creature comforts anytime soon, but they can-- and I pray will -- be able to know the Great Comforter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585547450263168780-6439656593557640234?l=darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6439656593557640234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585547450263168780&amp;postID=6439656593557640234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/6439656593557640234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/6439656593557640234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/2009/08/leaving-west-africa.html' title='Leaving West Africa'/><author><name>Darrel E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548279372931444160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SpyHYbFJWZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DbReYCmsiLQ/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585547450263168780.post-6733060340813114650</id><published>2009-06-14T13:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:30:14.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Leg Home: Lome to Accra</title><content type='html'>Friday, Nov. 28, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Departing Lome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a descent into chaos, and, no, I'm not being melodramatic! Outdoor immigration &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stations&lt;/span&gt;, hot and dusty ... beggars, scam artists, "moneychangers" (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CIFA's&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CDI's&lt;/span&gt;, "I give you best rate"). A cacophony of sounds -- horns honking, people shouting, diesel trucks idling, children crying ... more dust, more noise, more forms in French -- Joy described it as "harrowing." Nevertheless, we exited Togo in about one hour's time and crossed into English-speaking Ghana. (Side note: the line of trucks waiting to enter Togo rivaled the truck lines at the Ambassador Bridge in Detroit!) Ah yes, English-speaking, far more modern than Togo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entering at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aflao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the immigration station -- at least it is a real building. Chipped paint, rusty ceiling fans, exposed electrical wires, a hole in the wall, badly worn and soiled chairs, yellowed maps, faded photos and paintings ...and yet on a rickety desk are new Dell computers and officials in crisp, clean uniforms. Certainly a study in contrasts. Yes, Ghana is more modern than Togo, but everything is relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The road to Accra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett decided to take us the scenic route to Accra so we could see the Atlantic Ocean from the other side. It was generally uneventful though there were numerous "police stops" -- stations where the police stop your vehicle and may or may not give you a hassle. On one occasion, Brett used his "shame technique" -- "I am a visitor in your country and this is the way you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;treat&lt;/span&gt; me?!" (Side note: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ghanans&lt;/span&gt; LOVE uniforms. Everyone seems to wear a uniform. Even the door guard at the guest house wears a uniform -- his job: open and close the gate. We arrive in Accra. It is a teeming city of several million with many modern buildings under construction. Of course, a run-down shack may occupy the land in front of it. For example, we visited a brand new modern mall. Across the street were dozens of shanties with open-air shops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.M.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at the food court at the mall -- sorta Accra, Ghana, meets Cool Springs, Franklin, TN. The brand new cinema was showing the new James Bond movie. Joy wasn't interested, so B and A  went and I chaperoned them! The evening ended with a little excitement. Brett forgot the key to get back in the guest house. The night guard didn't have one, but he gladly climbed up onto the porch roof to knock on Joy's window. Imagine her reaction!! Nothing more needs said.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that it's still HOT and HUMID?! Very sultry here on the coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We reach the Togolese-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ghanan&lt;/span&gt; border.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SjVGD3256II/AAAAAAAAAIg/T7fzzTpKu1g/s1600-h/IMG_5589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347257164920121474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SjVGD3256II/AAAAAAAAAIg/T7fzzTpKu1g/s320/IMG_5589.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585547450263168780-6733060340813114650?l=darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6733060340813114650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585547450263168780&amp;postID=6733060340813114650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/6733060340813114650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/6733060340813114650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-leg-home-lome-to-accra.html' title='First Leg Home: Lome to Accra'/><author><name>Darrel E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548279372931444160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SjVGD3256II/AAAAAAAAAIg/T7fzzTpKu1g/s72-c/IMG_5589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585547450263168780.post-6802635723944722251</id><published>2009-05-11T20:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:53:15.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day</title><content type='html'>Thursday, November 27, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something hit me like a brick wall when I went out at 5:30 a.m. today. It was HUMIDITY!  We had not experienced it since getting to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Togo&lt;/span&gt; because the dry season was getting started. So, the FIRST thing I'm thankful for was the dry weather in Kara. Humidity always makes heat seem even more oppressive. The SECOND thing I'm thankful for is the time spent with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt;. What a joy! Little ones are work, that's for sure. But, a toothy smile from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; or a "Help Papa" from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; is all anyone could ask for. A THIRD thing I'm thankful for is that I am able to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt; a journal. PD may make that impossible in the future, but for now "it's all good." And for the future, I don't plan to let it cramp my style. Well, I have digressed ...&lt;br /&gt;The FOURTH thing I'm thankful for is Joy (these are most certainly not in order of importance!). I could fill the rest of my journal with reasons I am thankful for her, but that's for another time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakfast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were invited to breakfast with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; of B and A. Besides us, at the table was a German, Swiss, Scot, and a girl from Kansas. She and the German met in Zaire ( Congo). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Children&lt;/span&gt; were born in Kenya, England, U.S., and Ghana (that would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt;). It was certainly an international crowd. Most interesting and enlightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random thought:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at a Baptist Guest House. Like similar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;places&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; have stayed, A/C is optional. If you want it, turn it on -- for 60 cents per hour. Report the number of hours used and add it to your bill. Honor system in use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 a.m.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the pool. A very nice private club pool. Brett, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; and Papa go swimming (instead of watching football). I had opportunity to visit with Roger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Stoll&lt;/span&gt;, a friend of B and A from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Albertville&lt;/span&gt; days (language school) and Danny, who is Swiss but now lives in Leeds, England. They are both team members of the same ministry -- Roger in the field and Danny on a "supervisory visit." Great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Observation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;becoming&lt;/span&gt; clear to me that churches -- various  traditions and denominations -- are far less parochial than in the past. I see it in the Kara team and the cooperative work they engage in with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt;, community development programs, and ministries sponsored by other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;denominations&lt;/span&gt;. My conversations with Roger and Danny reinforced this belief. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Instead&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;focusing&lt;/span&gt; on how different our traditions are, more and more faiths are banding together for the cause of Christ. In many ways &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; spirit of unity is being led by missionaries across &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; world who recognize the need to work together so the Great Commission can be carried out. Did I digress again? Sorry. I'll get back "on task" after Thanksgiving dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner was a grand buffet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Lots&lt;/span&gt; of turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, deviled eggs, etc. -- all the traditional fare.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; are off to Accra. Saturday we fly out for Frankfurt, Chicago, and then HOME. We have enjoyed and been blessed by our visit, but one always looks forward to being home. It seems like we have been here for a lifetime; but, it also feels like we just got here -- it's too soon to leave. What a paradox!&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Did I mention is is hot AND humid in Lome?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something to be thankful for!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SgjXY49nIkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VMpDl0e8SSY/s1600-h/IMG_5526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334750581227987522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SgjXY49nIkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VMpDl0e8SSY/s320/IMG_5526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gamma and Papa with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt;, April, and Brett just after Thanksgiving dinner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SgjWpVmohgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rQ6H-Kbczjo/s1600-h/IMG_5530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334749764282516994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SgjWpVmohgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rQ6H-Kbczjo/s320/IMG_5530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A reminder of how much we have to be thankful for. These children were playing in the street (yes, that's a street!) within a block or so of the Baptist Guest House where we were staying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SgjVzq5n2iI/AAAAAAAAAII/r2vgW_4CCPI/s1600-h/IMG_5542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334748842286373410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SgjVzq5n2iI/AAAAAAAAAII/r2vgW_4CCPI/s320/IMG_5542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanksgiving Day comes to a close. Tomorrow we're off to Accra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SgjVaAlBNCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/65xJKR7MwC0/s1600-h/IMG_5500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334748401428935714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SgjVaAlBNCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/65xJKR7MwC0/s320/IMG_5500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585547450263168780-6802635723944722251?l=darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6802635723944722251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585547450263168780&amp;postID=6802635723944722251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/6802635723944722251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/6802635723944722251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/2009/05/thanksgiving-day.html' title='Thanksgiving Day'/><author><name>Darrel E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548279372931444160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SgjXY49nIkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VMpDl0e8SSY/s72-c/IMG_5526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585547450263168780.post-6727142279350909709</id><published>2009-04-25T22:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:16:31.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Road Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, Nov. 26, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departure for Lome went well -- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ooops&lt;/span&gt;! Spoke too soon. Brett forgot has family's passports. Fortunately he thought of it before we had even left town. The trip was largely uneventful. Brett did all of the driving (as he has been doing). Driving in Togo is VERY stressful -- very few street signs; in fact, very little signage at all. No road markings to speak of. No shoulders on the roads, even on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;National&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hwy&lt;/span&gt;. to Lome. What there is a lot of is walkers,  bikes, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;motorscooters&lt;/span&gt;.  They walk and ride as if they had a death wish! People &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;walking with&lt;/span&gt; all manner of things on their heads. (Remember, no road shoulders.). Also, plenty of big trucks broke down for unsuspecting drivers to come upon. (Remember, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shoulders&lt;/span&gt;.)  All in all it requires constant attention to the road by the driver. So far, no accidents.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the Baptist Guest House in Lome about 3 p.m. Lome is a bigger version of Kara with drivers and walkers who are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; as careless as those in Kara. After an evening m&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;eal&lt;/span&gt;, we went back to our rooms for a much needed rest. Tomorrow we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; Thanksgiving in a country that does not observe it. Will we be the only ones having turkey and dressing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now --- Good Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trucks  broken down along the National Highway are a common sight.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SfPbaSdrr4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/rTZJ0St8sIU/s1600-h/IMG_5459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328844028788846466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SfPbaSdrr4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/rTZJ0St8sIU/s320/IMG_5459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A dusty detour off the National Highway.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SfPa_KcdADI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Q4B0zNUCZBQ/s1600-h/IMG_5480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328843562779738162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SfPa_KcdADI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Q4B0zNUCZBQ/s320/IMG_5480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that's a goat on top of the taxi!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SfPauudQxjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PWG9yq4LRH4/s1600-h/IMG_5483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328843280389031474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SfPauudQxjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PWG9yq4LRH4/s320/IMG_5483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brett made sure Joy was well supplied with Diet Pepsi. (It's not available in Kara, where they live.)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SfPaTAyc2GI/AAAAAAAAAHg/UEGfBmk4d9k/s1600-h/IMG_5557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328842804273404002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SfPaTAyc2GI/AAAAAAAAAHg/UEGfBmk4d9k/s320/IMG_5557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; at the Baptist Guest House in Lome.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SfPZ45U1XSI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vLdLU2vUTWY/s1600-h/IMG_5508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328842355593534754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SfPZ45U1XSI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vLdLU2vUTWY/s320/IMG_5508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585547450263168780-6727142279350909709?l=darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6727142279350909709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585547450263168780&amp;postID=6727142279350909709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/6727142279350909709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/6727142279350909709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-road-home.html' title='The Long Road Home'/><author><name>Darrel E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548279372931444160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SfPbaSdrr4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/rTZJ0St8sIU/s72-c/IMG_5459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585547450263168780.post-7505642768305125587</id><published>2009-04-20T19:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:06:55.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're on safari!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Se0aszCOUFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-8U6oZdss1w/s1600-h/IMG_4320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326943291165266002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Se0aszCOUFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-8U6oZdss1w/s320/IMG_4320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, Nov. 25, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Safari Day!! We were up early to go to the Sarakawa Game Reserve, hoping that the animals would be more active. We were rewarded for our effort -- many excellent sightings of animals. Among them were cape buffalo, eland, wildebeest .... the variety of God's creation is astounding! We were talking about why God saw aaneed for quite this much variety. He must have had something beyond man's understanding in mind. I understand the food chain concept -- little creatures eaten by bigger creatures which are in turn eaten by even bigger creatures .... (but, I digress.) Back to the safari. We had a glorious morning, so cool that Joy was thinking she needed her denim shirt. (First time she's thought about a long sleeve since leaving Germany.) Our driver and guide (and Brett) were sharp-eyed and spotted lots of wildlife. Our last day in Kara was off to a good start!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the day was scheduled for packing and prep for our Thanksgiving trip to Lome. Joy and April did most of the prep while Brett and I went to the Kennell's new house. Their container had arrived in Kara and needed to be unpacked ASAP. Mark had hired 5 Togolese men and then Matt, Dave, Brett, and I pitched in also. Many hands make light work. The Togolese men were young and strong and eager to work. They often carried things by themselves that would usually require 2 or 3 men. Someone commented that they were trying to show off and out-do each other. Maybe. But, I suspect they wanted to prove their strength and work ethic as a sort of resume to obtain work in the future. I have observed this in the Togolese. Antionette, Erique, etc. are always anxious to handle tasks. I may be reading too much into their attitudes, but it seems that many Togolese live on the edge of survival-- or once did-- so they do not want to squander any opportunity. Whatever the reason, the Togolese I have met have an excellent work ethic. (Again, I have digressed.) The Kennell's container was successfully unloaded in under 2 hours. Brett said the hired men probably were paid about 1000 CIFA which equals about $2. He said this would be a good day's wage for a young Togolese man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow we begin our long trip back to the U.S. We are hot; we are tired; we are richly blessed to have spent this time with B,A,C and C and seen first-hand why they are in Togo, West Aftica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarakawa Game Reserve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Se0VVSCHE7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/kIsr0U71ACU/s1600-h/IMG_5393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326937389611291570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Se0VVSCHE7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/kIsr0U71ACU/s320/IMG_5393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Se0VMqO1nRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zhUVmNkfk9M/s1600-h/IMG_5406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326937241488301330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Se0VMqO1nRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zhUVmNkfk9M/s320/IMG_5406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Se0VCHbYPfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6ZmXli40F_w/s1600-h/IMG_5431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326937060346969586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Se0VCHbYPfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6ZmXli40F_w/s320/IMG_5431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585547450263168780-7505642768305125587?l=darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7505642768305125587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585547450263168780&amp;postID=7505642768305125587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/7505642768305125587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/7505642768305125587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/2009/04/were-on-safari.html' title='We&apos;re on safari!'/><author><name>Darrel E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548279372931444160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Se0aszCOUFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-8U6oZdss1w/s72-c/IMG_4320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585547450263168780.post-2225951367142795459</id><published>2009-04-10T17:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:02:43.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Corban: Birthday Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Monday, Nov. 24, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blogger's&lt;/span&gt; note: I have neglected my blog the past few weeks, partly because Brett and April are in the U.S. on furlough. I know when I go to blogs I am following, it is disappointing when it has not been update recently. Now I'm guilty!  Sorry, I will try to make posts more often.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team members came to Brett and April's to celebrate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Corban's&lt;/span&gt; first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; today. Joy and I were able to maintain our tradition of never missing a first birthday. This was definitely the farthest we have ever come for one! After a craft and gift opening, we got down to the serious business of cake eating. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; carried on the Emerson family tradition VERY WELL -- he made a massive mess with chocolate cake all over himself. Great fun!!&lt;br /&gt;By now, it's time "chill out" which is a very ironic expression here in Togo. Some (like Joy) had a little siesta. After a drive around Kara, we were off to the Millers for dinner. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kennells&lt;/span&gt; just arrived in Kara so they are staying with the Millers for now ... let's see, that's eight adults and 8 children. It was a great time of fellowship. The team members are very welcoming and generous with their love and kindness. We have felt like members of the team because of the way they have included us so fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observations&lt;br /&gt;Today we were able to present Antoinette (the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;houseworker&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Erique&lt;/span&gt; (the day guard and yard man) with gifts -- 2 bags of rice and an old suitcase from Goodwill that we were leaving behind. Brett assured us that they would like them, and he was right. Both of them were very appreciative. Their faces lit up, and we truly felt the blessing of giving to others. Our gift to them turned out to be a gift to us also. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Erique&lt;/span&gt; was quite excited about the suitcase. He told us he would use in when he comes to America!&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention it's hot here? The need for an afternoon siesta is obvious. The heat  simply drains one's energy. Brett and April have A/C in two rooms, but they rarely use it because it is so expensive. Their electric bill is more than their rent. Nashville gets pretty hot in the summer, but there is relief with A/C. Not here -- almost nothing is air conditioned. A/C -- another of those things we take for granted. Here in Togo it is really and truly a luxury.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of electricity: the power has gone out at least once a day while we have been here. It's not always for a long time, and Brett has a gas-powered generator. Of course, gas is something like $6 a gallon, so that can get expensive also.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting note: Today Brett had to explain to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Erique&lt;/span&gt; about furnaces -- it was a total surprise to him. That's life 300 miles north of the equator.&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm really delighted to celebrate my first birthday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Sd_IKAueHeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/19HM82hi0Ek/s1600-h/IMG_5293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323193358894374370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Sd_IKAueHeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/19HM82hi0Ek/s320/IMG_5293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy helps unwrap gifts -- looks like fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Sd_H51C5ELI/AAAAAAAAAGo/y6_gsgxjBGk/s1600-h/IMG_5300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323193080880894130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Sd_H51C5ELI/AAAAAAAAAGo/y6_gsgxjBGk/s320/IMG_5300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cake in the face --an Emerson family tradition!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Sd_HlFmXa0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/4M06RH2hG0A/s1600-h/IMG_5319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323192724547398466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Sd_HlFmXa0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/4M06RH2hG0A/s320/IMG_5319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Papa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Sd_HNjBWm1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/L43xU1la3Nk/s1600-h/IMG_5275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323192320128359250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Sd_HNjBWm1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/L43xU1la3Nk/s320/IMG_5275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;April and her boys!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Sd_G17swPBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BNYqxBQ0Bu8/s1600-h/IMG_5264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323191914435984402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Sd_G17swPBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BNYqxBQ0Bu8/s320/IMG_5264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joy and I with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Erique&lt;/span&gt; and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Sd_GjIwTtdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FfBG2_z6rD8/s1600-h/IMG_5252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323191591523038674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Sd_GjIwTtdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FfBG2_z6rD8/s320/IMG_5252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585547450263168780-2225951367142795459?l=darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2225951367142795459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585547450263168780&amp;postID=2225951367142795459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/2225951367142795459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/2225951367142795459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/2009/04/corban-birthday-boy.html' title='Corban: Birthday Boy!'/><author><name>Darrel E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548279372931444160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/Sd_IKAueHeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/19HM82hi0Ek/s72-c/IMG_5293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585547450263168780.post-2598897062761212678</id><published>2009-03-18T18:52:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:19:23.931-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jean Marie preaches the Gospel.'/><title type='text'>Sunday at Lassa Tchou</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, November 22, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting day!! Brett and April wanted "anything but yellow" on their long hallway walls. After a visit to what passes for a hardware, we found some beat up cans of paint to mix together. I cut in and Brett rolled. We finished by 5 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, November 23, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are up early today as worship time is 8 a.m. in Lassa Tchou. Brett says this is one of the stronger churches among the Kabiye people. This is due in part, I'm sure, to the way God has directed Jean Marie's life. He is a natural leader, well respected in his village, and a polished speaker. Even though I didn't understand his language, I understood his spirit and his love for God. Of course, it's not all about Jean Marie. The Christians at Lassa Tchou worship and praise God with enthusiasm and emotion. It was a richly rewarding experience -- one not soon forgotten! The Kabiye are a friendly, kind, and gentle people, and we enjoyed our time with them so much. They are a people who do not have much in the way of "stuff", but they are richly blessed spiritually. Makes me wonder how Western Christians can sit still in a pew every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Observations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two firsts for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- warm, homemade beer for communion&lt;br /&gt;2- making change in the offering bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In both cases the Christians in Togo make due with what they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how HOT it is?! Thankfully, God has lifted me up so that the heat has not interfered with the experience of being in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corban was ONE today, but his party is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Marie preaches to the Christians at Lassa Tchou. They are fortunate to have a building; last week we met under a tree. ( It was a nice, big, shady tree though!)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/ScGKI9iqUxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JKQXEVaDTuE/s1600-h/IMG_5198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314680921837425426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/ScGKI9iqUxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JKQXEVaDTuE/s320/IMG_5198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabiye Christians celebrate during worship. One of their songs says,"We no longer have to sacrifice because Jesus is our sacrifice."  (or something very close to that. 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The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;harmitage&lt;/span&gt; (spelling??) -- dust storms -- are approaching. The winds bring dust from the deserts to the north. It rained the other night which has helped some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Brett and I go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;N'Djei&lt;/span&gt;. We are taking a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;community&lt;/span&gt; development worker and his translator with us. We dropped them in the village and then we back-tracked to a border crossing to renew Joy's and my visas for another week. To say it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;slo&lt;/span&gt;-o-o-ow process would be quite an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two interesting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt;, both involving children. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; first was when we returned to the village from getting our visas. There were numerous children along the road. Some were in uniforms which meant they were on their ways to or from school. We stopped to take pictures of a few of them. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;anxious&lt;/strong&gt; to be photographed and to see their image on the digital screen! Soon children were flocking from all over, excitedly trying to get in a picture. Many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;were &lt;/span&gt;not in uniform which meant they could not afford to go to school. Unfortunately, those not getting an education far outnumbered those that were. The things we take for granted .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second experience involved two young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kabiye&lt;/span&gt; children who I will call "Chad" and "Amy." Back in the village, the community development program continued. I sat with Brett for awhile, not having a clue what was being said. (I can better appreciate how a non-reader feels in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; society -- or a non-English speaker.) Back to the story. I eventually went outside to catch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; breeze. Along came "Chad" and "Amy," interested in the white man with the camera. After a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;, they warmed up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; their photo taken. They seemed to want to communicate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; me --  but how?  Well, there was a stick and a bare patch of ground so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; tried drawing pictures -- tree, house, animal, etc. Despite my poor art skills, "Chad" and "Amy" tried to copy my pictures. Then I said, "tree" and they said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Doo&lt;/span&gt;" (not too sure about the "spelling, but Brett later confirmed that it sounded at least close to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kabiye&lt;/span&gt; word for tree.).  We went on to "house" and "sheep." Before long we were communicating -- no conversation, of course, but still communication! "Chad" and "Amy" will remind me of my experiences in Africa for some time to come. The photos I took of them are among my favorites from the trip.  I wonder what lies in their futures?  Praise God that my own Chad and Amy have had the benefit of a good education. Praise God also that they are using their education and their talents for the benefit of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day ...... Brett, Joy, and I went out for a drive about 4-5:00. "Rush hour" in Kara is just as hectic as Nashville. Dodging scooters, bikers, and walkers is a challenge. Brett bemoans his Land Cruiser's size when driving around town in traffic. The congestion is more incredible than an American city because of the chaotic activity -- people bustling around, stepping out into traffic, ringing bells, honking horns, selling their wares .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later:  When it's dark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; Kara, it's DARK -- no street lights or well-lit buildings. Once one is off the main road, one is truly in the DARK. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Walking&lt;/span&gt; around at night would be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dangerous&lt;/span&gt; endeavor, one which we didn't attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: We paint!          Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;View from Brett and April's roof. The dust storms have abated some. We can see the mountain again!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SaoMmF6bkTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Lr7LcMXyacY/s1600-h/IMG_5118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308068959371366706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SaoMmF6bkTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Lr7LcMXyacY/s320/IMG_5118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;N'Djei&lt;/span&gt; church building. Translation: The family of Jesus at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;N'Djei&lt;/span&gt;. The sweetness comes later.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SaoLw5FLXBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MPH56vePdE8/s1600-h/IMG_5172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308068045393714194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SaoLw5FLXBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MPH56vePdE8/s320/IMG_5172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The village of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;N'Djei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SaoLT1U4CII/AAAAAAAAAFo/YLVseDHB1iE/s1600-h/IMG_5138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308067546169608322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SaoLT1U4CII/AAAAAAAAAFo/YLVseDHB1iE/s320/IMG_5138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Peace Corp worker does a training session at the church building. The Kara team partners with other churches and volunteer groups to help the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Kabiye&lt;/span&gt;. The woman on the left (in the front) is translating from French to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Kabiye&lt;/span&gt;. Boy was I lost!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SaoJwBgKtnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/noTUJqT8kn8/s1600-h/IMG_5173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308065831451276914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SaoJwBgKtnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/noTUJqT8kn8/s320/IMG_5173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My two friends in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;N'Djei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SaoI_Ip-kNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/C8EPSiLUBto/s1600-h/IMG_5186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308064991557882066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SaoI_Ip-kNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/C8EPSiLUBto/s320/IMG_5186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585547450263168780-3157994690726880548?l=darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3157994690726880548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585547450263168780&amp;postID=3157994690726880548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/3157994690726880548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/3157994690726880548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweetness-comes-later-friday-nov21-2008.html' title='The sweetness comes later / Friday, Nov.21, 2008'/><author><name>Darrel E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548279372931444160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SaoMmF6bkTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Lr7LcMXyacY/s72-c/IMG_5118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585547450263168780.post-8718682982821633558</id><published>2009-02-22T15:51:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:25:52.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy / Thursday, Nov. 20, 2008</title><content type='html'>6 a.m. - Time for early morning basketball. Must start early before the heat becomes unbearable. Brett told Joy I didn't embarrass myself .... I'll take that as a compliment!&lt;br /&gt;We arrive home, but soon after Brett and April take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; to the hospital to be tested for malaria because of a high temperature. (By evening we learned it was NOT malaria!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remainder of the morning was spent with Brett and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;teammates&lt;/span&gt; -- the guys. It was their weekly "business meeting." I learned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; team strives to help the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kabiye&lt;/span&gt; with physical as well as spiritual needs. There was much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;discussion&lt;/span&gt; about well projects, community development activities and general benevolent work. This all comes out of their work fund, so the need for us in the U.S. to support work funds was very clear. Brett said they could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;easily&lt;/span&gt; use another $800/month in their work fund to help with this ministry. "Caring for the poor is true religion." (paraphrased from James)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally the wives have prayer time in the afternoon, but once a month the entire team meets for three hours of prayer followed by a meal. Babysitting assures that everyone is able to fully engage in the prayer time. Dave and Becky organized the prayer meeting this time. Following dinner, it was back home. With the boys in bed, we enjoyed a rousing game of Skip Bo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt; is walking better every day. It's been quite a blessing to be here for that. He looks so much like Brett did. Yesterday morning (very early!) he sat on my lap and watched his "Praise Baby" music video. It was a tremendous bonding moment, and I was moved to tears.&lt;br /&gt;* Did I mention tat it's HOT!? Actually I feel like I have been surviving the heat (90-100 daily) pretty well. One of my biggest concerns was how I would handle the heat. It is relentless, but I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;adjusting&lt;/span&gt; OK. The heat just saps one's energy though. It has been cooling down at night at least; so, in the morning it's about 70 and seems chilly!&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; roads -- No one can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt; and photos can't adequately show just how bad the roads are!! They are deeply rutted and washed out. Rocks -- very large rocks -- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;threaten&lt;/span&gt; the undercarriage of any vehicle. (Yes, people, those missionaries do need those expensive, 4 wheel drive trucks!) This was one thing I was not prepared for -- the roads are so much worse than I would have imagined. Even in Kara there are few paved roads, and if they aren't paved then they are barely passable. No coffee for the road in Togo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Corban's&lt;/span&gt; first birthday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SaHPTlXAEnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YtnyRCKM0ZQ/s1600-h/IMG_5318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305749771372204658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SaHPTlXAEnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YtnyRCKM0ZQ/s320/IMG_5318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Papa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SaHO-MEl6dI/AAAAAAAAAFI/DCP8qRAOZVU/s1600-h/IMG_5279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305749403806853586" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Falls. We traveled well into bush country, and then started to hike to the falls. It was an arduous journey through grasslands and rocky trails -- heaven help us if someone twists an ankle! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; stuck with his daddy while Joy and I stuck with each other. I was really proud of Joy although I wish she had worn better shoes. She was a trooper during the 1-2 mile trek over rough terrain. We were greatly rewarded for our efforts -- a beautiful waterfall -- one that very few Americans have, or will ever, see. Sometimes God hides His creations and makes you work for them. His handiwork was fully evident here at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yaka&lt;/span&gt; Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked on pictures in the afternoon. One 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gb&lt;/span&gt; card full and one to go. Actually, I also have a 250 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gb&lt;/span&gt; external hard drive so I shouldn't run short of memory. The evening was a time for rest and enjoying being with each other. Did I mention it's getting HOTTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The terrain was rather rugged.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SZbXqSVDGqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eC3MoLcdhWc/s1600-h/IMG_5067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302662732749937314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SZbXqSVDGqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eC3MoLcdhWc/s320/IMG_5067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brett and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; lead the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SZbXR8qwgtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/a8pOOTr3Sdk/s1600-h/IMG_5055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302662314618553042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SZbXR8qwgtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/a8pOOTr3Sdk/s320/IMG_5055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like most boys, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; likes to collect rocks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SZbW9wYlKwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ktVMuKil9BA/s1600-h/IMG_5053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302661967723703042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SZbW9wYlKwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ktVMuKil9BA/s320/IMG_5053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Views of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yaka&lt;/span&gt; Falls .... worth the hike!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SZbWgPLPNJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0vhBTp8mLEQ/s1600-h/IMG_5075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302661460593161362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SZbWgPLPNJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0vhBTp8mLEQ/s320/IMG_5075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SZbWTHhGLmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/prHaqhYK0xo/s1600-h/IMG_5089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302661235199061602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SZbWTHhGLmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/prHaqhYK0xo/s320/IMG_5089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SZbWIbLwKtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/54HeKyO_zr4/s1600-h/IMG_5092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302661051499686610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SZbWIbLwKtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/54HeKyO_zr4/s320/IMG_5092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585547450263168780-2913915476935888273?l=darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2913915476935888273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585547450263168780&amp;postID=2913915476935888273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/2913915476935888273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/2913915476935888273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/2009/02/yaka-falls-wednesday-november-19.html' title='Yaka Falls / Wednesday, November 19'/><author><name>Darrel E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548279372931444160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SZbXqSVDGqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eC3MoLcdhWc/s72-c/IMG_5067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585547450263168780.post-1799440364355706640</id><published>2009-02-11T20:37:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:32:43.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Village visit / Tuesday, Nov. 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SZOQENUsBRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kLZ7HaqWZIo/s1600-h/IMG_5033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301739588315514130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SZOQENUsBRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kLZ7HaqWZIo/s320/IMG_5033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another nice cool morning! Today was our big trip to the market. It was essentially a giant flea market. Among the more exotic items were snake heads, various animal parts ..... flip flops, hardware items, clothes and food ...... you name it! After returning home we worked on April's new curtains (hung on the rods created by Nestor -- see Monday's post.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brett and I spent the afternoon with Jean Mari from the Lassa Tchou church. We got a tour of the village and learned a lot about their farming techniques, including making cheese from soybeans. Jean Mark is quite and entrepreneur according to Brett. He actually had a compound -- several mud huts for different purposes (sleeping, cooking, etc.) His most prized possession seemed to be his well. The missionary team is trying to help the Kabiye people with wells. They make life much easier and healthier. Jean Mari and his wife have no children of their own, but they take in numerous orphans. He has a goal to build a place to house more orphans and a place to have children's Bible classes on Sunday As Brett said, "He's a mover and shaker." He's also a good brother in Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(The young lady in the top photo is a 13 year old orphan who was taken in by Jean Mari and his wife.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In the evening we went to the Millers for team worship -- this time only adults. We all sang and shared things that were on our hearts. These four families are the "real deal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impressions / observations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. Today we went to the bridge where Brett's first truck was wrecked by their mechanic who was joyriding. At the time it seemed (to me at least) that Satan was attacking them as they tried to get their ministry under way. Instead, God was glorified and B and A were blessed. A friend of Brett has someone who operates a foundation which helped them get and new truck -- one much more suitable for their needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. It occurred to me today that Jean Mari would be surrounding God's throne and praising Him for eternity one day. God will gather together all His children -- whether they lived in comfort in Franklin, TN, or in abject poverty in Togo, West Africa. We will all be the same to HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. I'm becoming convinced that we should channel our resources for missions to Africa and other Third World nations where the gospel has &lt;em&gt;literally&lt;/em&gt; never been heard. The people of these nations are very receptive to Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Time to go to bed. Did I mention that it's HOT???? The blessing is the nice cool mornings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Good Night.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585547450263168780-1799440364355706640?l=darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1799440364355706640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585547450263168780&amp;postID=1799440364355706640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/1799440364355706640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/1799440364355706640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/2009/02/village-visit-tuesday-nov-18.html' title='Village visit / Tuesday, Nov. 18'/><author><name>Darrel E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548279372931444160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SZOQENUsBRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kLZ7HaqWZIo/s72-c/IMG_5033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585547450263168780.post-807094856692512989</id><published>2009-02-06T16:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:43:51.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hot! / Monday, Nov. 17</title><content type='html'>Very nice and cool this morning but quite hot (97 degrees) by late morning. Today we visited Codhani, a Goodwill-type organization that employs handicapped people to do handmade textile work. No "re-treads" like Goodwill though. These people are truly artists who create linens and other material the traditional way -- by hand. The designs are beautiful and unique. Joy bought several yards of material for a shirt and bag for us and for other gifts to take home. Tomorrow a tailor will come by the house to measure for my shirt. Afterwards we stopped by an  ironworks artisan who is making wrought iron curtain rods for B and A. His name is Nestor and Brett has developed a strong relationship with him.&lt;br /&gt;Internet is still down so we can't email our family and friends. I uploaded pictures from my camera to Brett's laptop while everyone else napped.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: April fixed nachos -- most of it from scratch. She has become quite a cook! After the kids went to to bed we map out plans for the rest of our trip -- several visits to villages for Brett and me . Tomorrow we go to the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impressions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Joy has found the poverty and living conditions to be much worse than she expected; however, I have seen about what I expected  -- just more extensive than I imagined.&lt;br /&gt;* Many Togolese dress very nicely despite their apparent poverty. Vehicles and homes are ramshackle at best. Yet they strive for cleanliness (Brett says they bathe regularly despite crude facilities) and decent attire. Western influence is evident. A trip down any road will reveal Togolese in both traditional tribal clothes or odd combinations of Western-style attire.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention it is hot?!! I've worked up quite a sweat writing in my journal. I look forward to a cool morning again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This tapestry was created at Codani. It represents the idea that the weight of Africa is carried on the backs of the women.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYy1iYp5CZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JhY0Yy8nuv4/s1600-h/IMG_4971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299810463846566290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYy1iYp5CZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JhY0Yy8nuv4/s320/IMG_4971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Both of these men create works of art even though they are blind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYy1Kq3_ruI/AAAAAAAAAEA/83N2RL-b910/s1600-h/IMG_4967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299810056420699874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYy1Kq3_ruI/AAAAAAAAAEA/83N2RL-b910/s320/IMG_4967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The material for my shirt was made at Codhani.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYy0Y-lN5QI/AAAAAAAAAD4/197O7eNnwY8/s1600-h/IMG_4271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299809202717189378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYy0Y-lN5QI/AAAAAAAAAD4/197O7eNnwY8/s320/IMG_4271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rarely do houses have glass windows or screens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYyzyjS5olI/AAAAAAAAADw/w1QJ9aL-Ies/s1600-h/IMG_4979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299808542557577810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYyzyjS5olI/AAAAAAAAADw/w1QJ9aL-Ies/s320/IMG_4979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585547450263168780-807094856692512989?l=darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/807094856692512989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585547450263168780&amp;postID=807094856692512989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/807094856692512989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/807094856692512989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-hot-monday-nov-17.html' title='It&apos;s hot! / Monday, Nov. 17'/><author><name>Darrel E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548279372931444160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYy1iYp5CZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JhY0Yy8nuv4/s72-c/IMG_4971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585547450263168780.post-7281620056454102952</id><published>2009-02-01T14:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:23:30.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the bush / Nov. 16,2008</title><content type='html'>Today we go into the bush to visit a small church at  Tchipko. Rugged terrain is simply a gross understatement. The "road" gradually becomes a one-lane trail. Then the road gets worse! If there was ever a question about the need for a 4-wheel drive vehicle, it was answered -- YES! The good news -- no potholes; the bad news -- craters!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one hour and 20 minute drive included an unplanned visit to the neighboring country of Benin. Brett missed a turn -- the Togo hinderlands are lacking in signage. Upon arrival we learned from Dajaa, a leader of the church, that everyone else (~20 members) had gone to a Kabiye festival instead of church. (Here is would be a Titans game!) He had come alone to the "building" to pray and meditate. The "building" incidentally was a shady spot under a gigantic tree. "Pews" consisted of long (unpadded!) poles about 5 inches in diameter. They sat upon a rock or a larger piece of wood set on end.&lt;br /&gt;After another one hour plus trip, we were back in Kara for lunch at one of the few restaurants Brett and April eat at. Excellent pizza and spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;At 4 p.m. things really got wild! Brett and April hosted the team church assembly. Four missionary families with 12-13 children, all under 10 or 11. We went to bed tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impressions so far&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Many Togolese are poor by our standards but are not necessarily unhappy&lt;br /&gt;*Brett and I talked about the chances  of the people breaking the cycle of poverty. It seems like a tall mountain to climb. With only a 53% adult literacy rate, it's like  climbing without any boots on. All the more reason they need Jesus. He gives them hope for the future and comfort for the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. An addendum to my journal. Some statistics from UNICEF:&lt;br /&gt;* GNI per capita     $350&lt;br /&gt;* Life expectancy at birth(males)     56 years&lt;br /&gt;More later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corban, April, and Joy sit on a "pew."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYYIp7ubwbI/AAAAAAAAADo/pB6J6g4g29A/s1600-h/IMG_4913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297931528148074930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYYIp7ubwbI/AAAAAAAAADo/pB6J6g4g29A/s320/IMG_4913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dajaa, Brett, and me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYYILBV0rjI/AAAAAAAAADg/UV5txmZfL_k/s1600-h/IMG_4914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297930997079518770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYYILBV0rjI/AAAAAAAAADg/UV5txmZfL_k/s320/IMG_4914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The road to Tchipko becomes the "bike path" to Tchipko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYYHjToBGbI/AAAAAAAAADY/zzb_CkrMsoQ/s1600-h/IMG_4951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297930314792901042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYYHjToBGbI/AAAAAAAAADY/zzb_CkrMsoQ/s320/IMG_4951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYYHTrlcE6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/cktjEzDjLo4/s1600-h/IMG_4927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297930046346630050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYYHTrlcE6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/cktjEzDjLo4/s320/IMG_4927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYYG8gF6bNI/AAAAAAAAADI/xwcEfoIFYqQ/s1600-h/IMG_4941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297929648124619986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYYG8gF6bNI/AAAAAAAAADI/xwcEfoIFYqQ/s320/IMG_4941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYYGkL5aE4I/AAAAAAAAADA/8nwErORmgXs/s1600-h/IMG_4928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297929230386598786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYYGkL5aE4I/AAAAAAAAADA/8nwErORmgXs/s320/IMG_4928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYYGJS1aUXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MwwHTP4_V1g/s1600-h/IMG_4922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297928768392417650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYYGJS1aUXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MwwHTP4_V1g/s320/IMG_4922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYYFyo1gRtI/AAAAAAAAACw/yhWi8q26JUk/s1600-h/IMG_4910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297928379161396946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYYFyo1gRtI/AAAAAAAAACw/yhWi8q26JUk/s320/IMG_4910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585547450263168780-7281620056454102952?l=darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7281620056454102952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585547450263168780&amp;postID=7281620056454102952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/7281620056454102952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/7281620056454102952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/2009/02/into-bush-nov-162008.html' title='Into the bush / Nov. 16,2008'/><author><name>Darrel E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548279372931444160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYYIp7ubwbI/AAAAAAAAADo/pB6J6g4g29A/s72-c/IMG_4913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585547450263168780.post-8836937410833300003</id><published>2009-01-29T22:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:55:00.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival in Kara / Nov. 15, 2008</title><content type='html'>Corban and Caden -- &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;wo reasons &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;o &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;ravel &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;o &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;ogo!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYKG3LfOHxI/AAAAAAAAACo/aqNpnGUx_GA/s1600-h/IMG_4886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296944394275790610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYKG3LfOHxI/AAAAAAAAACo/aqNpnGUx_GA/s320/IMG_4886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYKGoJG08NI/AAAAAAAAACg/RmBupGqYIEw/s1600-h/IMG_4890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296944135938568402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYKGoJG08NI/AAAAAAAAACg/RmBupGqYIEw/s320/IMG_4890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The road to Kara was the roughest we encountered so far. Words are inadequate to describe them. Even the "national highway" that runs north and south between Kara and Lome is marked by frequest, large potholes (more like craters!). Again, many Africans walking or on scooters -- many others offering goods for purchase. Brett bought freshly picked oranges and grapefruit as well as straw mats to cover his house roof. We were piled almost as high as a Togo taxi! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally arrived in Kara. Had a very pleasant afternoon and evening. Brett gave us a tour of their house, the grounds, and the plantings he has done. Clearly he is proud of their home and rightly so. It is very warm (no pun intended) and welcoming. Evening meal with Caden and Corban in bed allowed for some adult conversation. We learned more about their work, their goals and their future plans. Of course Corban is just as lovable and smiley as Caden. They are two of the many good reasons for us to go to Togo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like father, like son!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYKBKvwPKpI/AAAAAAAAACY/xfRcDZldZAI/s1600-h/IMG_4834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296938133358586514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYKBKvwPKpI/AAAAAAAAACY/xfRcDZldZAI/s320/IMG_4834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purchasing fruit at a roadside stand. For health reasons, they only eat fruit with thick skins that can be peeled.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYKALiI2i-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/bWSN5KqAHpQ/s1600-h/IMG_4866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296937047371975650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYKALiI2i-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/bWSN5KqAHpQ/s320/IMG_4866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These straw mats will be placed on the flat, cement roof of their house to help keep it cooler.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYJ_XKHn9VI/AAAAAAAAACI/rhLmym_Wkl0/s1600-h/IMG_4870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296936147571176786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYJ_XKHn9VI/AAAAAAAAACI/rhLmym_Wkl0/s320/IMG_4870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brett's truck is stacked up like a Togo taxi!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYJ-Vhbp7TI/AAAAAAAAACA/d8cHuLoL1EM/s1600-h/IMG_4873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296935019957841202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYJ-Vhbp7TI/AAAAAAAAACA/d8cHuLoL1EM/s320/IMG_4873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brett seals the deal with a handshake.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYJ91l5CYdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/geFG-MdtZlQ/s1600-h/IMG_4879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296934471399006674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYJ91l5CYdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/geFG-MdtZlQ/s320/IMG_4879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brett and April's house and grounds.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYJ9DoBqDsI/AAAAAAAAABw/i_ucskb2kA8/s1600-h/IMG_4896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296933612978572994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYJ9DoBqDsI/AAAAAAAAABw/i_ucskb2kA8/s320/IMG_4896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYJ8l4qSCYI/AAAAAAAAABo/mcAwlJuoRv8/s1600-h/IMG_4899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296933102047857026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYJ8l4qSCYI/AAAAAAAAABo/mcAwlJuoRv8/s320/IMG_4899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585547450263168780-8836937410833300003?l=darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8836937410833300003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585547450263168780&amp;postID=8836937410833300003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/8836937410833300003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/8836937410833300003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/2009/01/arrival-in-kara-nov-15-2008.html' title='Arrival in Kara / Nov. 15, 2008'/><author><name>Darrel E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548279372931444160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYKG3LfOHxI/AAAAAAAAACo/aqNpnGUx_GA/s72-c/IMG_4886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585547450263168780.post-6995018700272247811</id><published>2009-01-28T06:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:17:24.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road to Togo / Friday, Nov. 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYBeWdbguMI/AAAAAAAAABU/r83vBsZav5o/s1600-h/IMG_4864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296336901737855170" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYBeWdbguMI/AAAAAAAAABU/r83vBsZav5o/s320/IMG_4864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYBdvIlrqKI/AAAAAAAAABM/rtqi4S9l0Fo/s1600-h/IMG_4831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296336226128472226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYBdvIlrqKI/AAAAAAAAABM/rtqi4S9l0Fo/s320/IMG_4831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYBZxlYyowI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5rcIYTQUIdA/s1600-h/IMG_4830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296331870172259074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYBZxlYyowI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5rcIYTQUIdA/s320/IMG_4830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYBY3qeWcAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8Xdka19CIec/s1600-h/IMG_4818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296330875105341442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYBY3qeWcAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8Xdka19CIec/s320/IMG_4818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYBYBniYd8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/aALXVQAv2tw/s1600-h/IMG_4815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296329946604009410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYBYBniYd8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/aALXVQAv2tw/s320/IMG_4815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:30 am -- Good morning! Caden comes by to visit. He loves the sticker book Gamma brought him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:30 am -- Departure. Driving around Accra, we saw the stereotypical scenes of roadside produce sales with women carrying baskets on their heads ..... wait, it's not a stereotype -- it's real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noon -- Picnic lunch at Akosombo Dam (see photos) and Volta Hotel . (Still in Ghana)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afternoon -- Really rural! We passsed hundred of Ghanians and Togolese walking or ridiing scooters in places where it appeared that no one lived. But, Brett says that out in the bush are little communities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrival in Togo. It requried three different stops in Togo before we were "legal." At each stop Brett gave an official a loaf of fresh bread he had purchased at a roadside stand. The last stop involved Joy and I getting Togo visas. (We were very thankful Brett is fluent in French!) The official made a 4-H project out of it. He certainly was not in a rush. In fact, throughout the day it seemed that few people seemed rushed and stressed. They just went about their business, apparently believing they would accomplish their task in due time. Maybe we stressed out Americans could take a lesson. If we didn't have so much "stuff," we might not feel the pressure to protect it or add to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's not to say what we experienced was calm. In fact, while the people are low key, the sheer numbers made it feel very chaotic. Still, there were no instances of "road rage" all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PM -- Stayed over night at the Baptist Hospital Guest House where Joy saw her first live gecko! He was on the wall, so she moved her bed into the middle of the room, I guess thinking geckos wouldn't find her there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday reflections -- After two days here, the grinding poverty still seems to be the norm. Brett says that Ghana has a large middle class, but they are surely outnumbered by theh poor. What does the poverty look like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Cities that have grown into huge metropolises with little or no planning. (Accra is a city of 2-3 million)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The third largest city in Togo had ONE paved road. Deeply rutted dirt roads were the norm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two glimpses illustrate a major problem: the lack of government resources to insure an adequate infrastructure. More illustrations later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brett hopes to get an early start tomorrow. He's anxious to be home -- single parenting is hard work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo captions:&lt;/strong&gt; TOP TO BOTTOM: A Togolese taxi / children in school uniforms / Very rural! / Joy and Brett enjoying lunch / the Akosombo Dam on the Volta River&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS I would like to post the photos at the end, but I haven't figured it out yet. Can anyone help me out?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585547450263168780-6995018700272247811?l=darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6995018700272247811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585547450263168780&amp;postID=6995018700272247811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/6995018700272247811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/6995018700272247811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/2009/01/road-to-togo-friday-nov-14.html' title='The Road to Togo / Friday, Nov. 14'/><author><name>Darrel E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548279372931444160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SYBeWdbguMI/AAAAAAAAABU/r83vBsZav5o/s72-c/IMG_4864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585547450263168780.post-1235816089969039680</id><published>2009-01-26T21:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:19:37.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival / Thursday, Nov. 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Below: Accra is the capital of Ghana. It's a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;very congested city of about 2-3 million.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SX6GtOc0WYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M7zPwc19krk/s1600-h/IMG_5641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295818323365484930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SX6GtOc0WYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M7zPwc19krk/s320/IMG_5641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got our first glimpses of Africa -- a continent with vast fields to harvest spiritually. My first impression is that at least some Africans are desperately poor. We landed in Accra, Ghana, and many attempts to "help" us with luggage, etc. were made by persistent men seeking some small financial reward. As Brett drove us to the Baptist Guest House, we saw a one-legged beggar approaching cars at a red light. Brett said he had been similarly approached perhaps 50 times that day. (Of course, homeless beggars can be encountered in downtown Nashville too, but not in such staggering numbers.) The poverty here seems more pervasive -- but I am drawing a conclusion based on being here about six hours. So, I should re-visit this topic later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we sleep in Accra; tomorrow night in Tsiko, Togo. Then Saturday we arrive in Kara -- woo hoo!!! It was great to see little Caden tonight! Soon we get to see Corban also -- as well as April. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585547450263168780-1235816089969039680?l=darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1235816089969039680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585547450263168780&amp;postID=1235816089969039680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/1235816089969039680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/1235816089969039680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/2009/01/arrival-thursday-nov-13.html' title='Arrival / Thursday, Nov. 13'/><author><name>Darrel E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548279372931444160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SX6GtOc0WYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M7zPwc19krk/s72-c/IMG_5641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585547450263168780.post-4380342236659423516</id><published>2009-01-26T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:29:24.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetness Comes Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SX5-Bn87xsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/C5dtx68f2BQ/s1600-h/IMG_5172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295808778203809474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SX5-Bn87xsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/C5dtx68f2BQ/s320/IMG_5172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SX57YdrR4KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2VgrSjPLqXI/s1600-h/IMG_5217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295805872047513762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SX57YdrR4KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2VgrSjPLqXI/s320/IMG_5217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In November 2008 my wife, Joy, and I travelled to Togo in West Africa to visit our son and his family. They live in Kara in northern Togo but work as missionaries in the villages around Kara. What we saw was eye opening and life changing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept a daily journal during our 2+ weeks there. This blog is an electronic version of my journal. I will attempt to make posts every day or two, with each blog entry corresponding with one of my journal entries. However, be patient -- I am new at this and may miss occasionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some introductions: Besides Joy and I, appearing regularly are my son Brett, his wife April, and their two sons -- Caden and Corban.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, the title of today's entry is found on the wall of the  building where the Christians at N'Djei worship. (See first photo.) The second photo is of us with the Christians at the Lassa Tchou church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585547450263168780-4380342236659423516?l=darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4380342236659423516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585547450263168780&amp;postID=4380342236659423516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/4380342236659423516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585547450263168780/posts/default/4380342236659423516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelsafricanadventure.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweetness-comes-later.html' title='The Sweetness Comes Later'/><author><name>Darrel E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548279372931444160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz2zxKEEz3I/SX5-Bn87xsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/C5dtx68f2BQ/s72-c/IMG_5172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
