|At the beginning the road was wide and we made good time.|
|Several times we saw road markers like this roundabout.|
|The road became progressively narrower and with the rain travel became much slower. There was no dearth of fellow travelers. Most carried baskets on their heads or pushed heavily laden bicycles.|
|The Bridge. It was built in the 1960's (if I remember right) and was in good repair. We got out to stretch our legs and take pictures. This bridge spans the same river we cross on the way to Luputa but here carries a local name.|
|The house is smoking. The fire inside serves to discourge any insects making their nests in the thatched roof. Neatly kept yard.|
|Turning south from the burned-out village, we were fortunate to see these oxen plowing a new field.|
|Sister Moore and Sister Bingham sandwich the Ganjadika Branch President's wife.|
The Ganjadika Branch building, perhaps the best kept in town. After 3+ bouncy hours, we were desperate for a rest stop. Impractical to stop and squat along the busy road, we luckily made it to the branch building.
|This chalkboard is a testimony of the worldwide nature of the Church. |
Same Book of Mormon lesson given here as in the DayBreak 8th Ward.
|The government building.|
|Little boys race our truck out of town.|
|The only wild animals we ever see.|
|Elder and Sister Bingham, hamanitarian missionaries based in Kinshasa. They are from Northern California on their second mission.|
|A miracle. This tub of flour fell from the shelf and landed like this. We are indeed watched over by angels. You are too.|
See you in South Jordan in August.