Here we are!

Well there are so many moments you need to pinch yourself to see you are not dreaming. At the moment it is 5.30am and I am sitting outside under the verandah , the sky is red (not a bad sign here) roosters crowing in distance properties. A gentle breeze is blowing as Luganville comes to life. The day warms very quickly but there is a need to start early so it doesn't matter.

Yesterday we started the day at a similar time as the group was 7am. We had to be on our way by 6.30. By 7.15 I was on the back of the Ute with many others heading to the boat to Marlo. Everyone you meet along the way gets a witness and everyone wants to listen. Royce sat in the Ute as still quite sore. Just as well as it was a bumpy rough ride, although they laugh and talk all the way, so so much fun. We were on the island for over 10 hours and the only time we stopped was to eat our packed lunch on the beach, where the local people brought us mats (& a chair for Royce) to sit on & then came and sat too. The children played and enjoyed every moment of our time there. They had ran ahead of us landing in our boat to tell their families we were on our way. Every hut, family commune or person we met on the track, listened intently. All invited us in to their tiny humble homes. The entire family sat in and took all we offered. Some were so happy they were thanking Jehovah as they thought they had missed out. Others who we had missed came to find us at the spot where the boat would meet us, to hear our message. I cant put into words how amazing the day was but we felt we were starring in " the best life ever " DVD.

Claudine ( the caretakers wife were we live) stated a study and many more pleaded with us to return. As the children all learn English I used all my english literature on them. They were still walking around with their treasure hours later. They have almost nothing in their homes, a piece of wood to sit on sometimes but mainly grass mats, they wash in water collected in drums outside and have cooking utensils. I took 24 Bislama magazines and came home with none! Claudine placed all 48 she carried. And all the others were much the same. 

While we waited for the other part of the group on the beach for 2 hours (island time) us sistas went swimming in our clothes, by then all the island children were swimming in the crystal clear waters too. They found it hilarious, especially the crazy white lady!!! They called our names and swam with us. The boat came with our french speaking CO sitting on top of roof with his french foreign legion hat on! He lives at the Kingdom Hall and spends one day visiting a Cong and 1 week in Luganville.  

By the way no coffee breaks no toilet stops! 

By the time we arrived back in Luganville and Jon Luke ( the CO ) dropped us all off at our varies location it was well after 7 pm, a long day but so so so rewarding.

MOST PEOPLE ON Marlo and the ones were with wanted to see our family, in particular our boo boos,( grandchildren name here) they love family.  

So bottom line is we are busy , tired but well. We do miss you all and wish you could come to experience this life.........