The original plan was that Koos, Nick, and Henry would hike in to a pygmy village where they wanted to start a church. The reality turned out to be that we would try to bring the vehicles and ALL go to the pygmy village.
The "road" to that village was a 4 wheeler's dream trail. The grass is the middle of the track was often 6 feet high, and the stuff on the sides of the trail was really up there. Most of the time there was no center of the road, just a narrow trail with our tires straddling it. Something slit one of the tires on the trailer, so we had to stop and change that. Then our Land Rover broke some logs on a "bridge", I guess you could call it, so we were delayed there for awhile. I took some TP and headed for a corn-patch, but a lady rescued me and sent me to her outhouse, which was relatively nice.
The GPS showed that this trail we were following was on the border of the Congo! If we went over to the left of the trail, we were in the Congo without a visa, but according to the map and a local official we had about 10 k's before the Congo .
Challenges at Pygmy Camp include the mud, the outhouses, and the rain. People staring at us could either be looked at as an irritation or an opportunity, and I think we did tend to swing between feeling one way about them or the other.
When the rain slowed to a drizzle, I was pretty discouraged. Some idiot (maybe me?) had left our tent flap a little bit open, on the end of the tent where Paul and I had our inflatable mattress, bedding, and a book I was reading. Everything was either wet or soaked (there's a fine line there ). I just felt plain ol' whiney. I know Who controls the weather, and I thought it would have been a small thing for Him to have stopped that rain, and why not? It shouldn't have been too hard for Him. Then the verse, "Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him," from Job came to mind. It made me laugh at my pettiness. My own version reads, "Though He wet me, yet will I trust Him." So I cheered a bit and began dealing with the wet.