My wife signed a release form the first time I went to South Sudan to do missions work. She was warned that I could be taken hostage. I could be tortured. I could be dismembered or maimed. I could be murdered.
There are rebels. Beggars and bandits. Corrupt government officials. Pick-pockets. There are whole families of scam artists.
There are cobras. Black mambas. Scorpions. Land mines.
There's really not very many places to go potty that are comfortable.
But the most scary, horrifying, take-your-life-into-your-hands thing you can do is drive in traffic in Kampala, Uganda, the first stop on the way to Sudan.
These pictures are of a head on collision we got into fifteen minutes after I landed. I drunk driver was in the wrong lane. We were in an armored Landcruiser and they were in this little tin can. It was not pretty.
That's the car. The other drivers, our opponents, of you will, left the scene of the accident since they were drunk, hurt, and there's no ambulance service. You have to kind of find your own way to the hospital if you're hurt. It took about two hours for the cops to get there. They had about half-a-mile to drive from the police station.
If you're offered insurance before you go overseas, you should buy it. If you're not offered insurance, look into it yourself.
Am I wearing a hip pack? Oh, man. Sorry,
8 comments:
Glad you're OK. Stay safe.
don't worry, wearing a hip pack is only acceptable in countries where you're not a resident, i'm a traveling hip pack wearer myself
Pedro: that's a relief, bro'...
A missionary couple from our church--he's actually Kenyan--are going to Sudan, about now. They're taking their little girls, too. If these people know fear, they do a good job of releasing it; a year and a half ago, he went to an unreached Muslim group in northern...hmm...Ghana or Togo. He introduced himself as a Christian, a preacher of the gospel, and asked to meet the religious leaders. His life and ministry story reads like the book of Acts.
Anyway, if you meet Okongo and Shawna, greet them for me.
And Father, I know you're watching over our brothers (and a sister). They're in your hands.
gep: ouch.
This Gep is a 'friend' of yours, Bryon? Using words like "fag"? Gep, I don't think I like you very much.
KAt: gep's my boy. not sensitive, but my boy, nonetheless. take it easy on him :)
How about an apology for using the word "fag"....it's akin to the "N" word for some of us who have certain friends. Just a thought.
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