We (brothers only, no sisters allowed) took our bikes this blasting hot day and cycled up and down local dust "roads" in the mountain for about 1hr... then we had to leave the bikes in a strangers house and continued walking another 1hr on even worse and steaper "roads".
There we met some who are only reached with the good news 1 or 2 times a year.
Despite all bringing this life saving message to the locals was well worth it. Praising Jah in this way is a privilege.
We were told that we have to view this type of ministry as a "messenger arrangement" more than anything else since as long as there is no transport it's not feasible to have bible studies (or even return visits).
Most on this trip were the young and fit ones in the congregation, but we were 4 older ones as well. And one of them was in his mid 70's ??!!
It goes without saying that the life they live here makes them tough cookies... if you would take a 75 year old from Europe on this trip he would probably die of a combined stroke + heart attack half way through.
Personally I took 2 litres of water in my backpack; this normally lasts me half a day in the mountains, but here it did not last me since we spent a full day.
The locals do not have my water problem because they are accustomed to the water in the mountain-wells which they use to refill their bottles, but "I'm a gringo" so cannot drink water from the wells.
Needless to say I was VERY thirsty when we came to rest near the main road where I also found a small local kiosk.
But they did not sell water so I had to quench my thirst with strawberry Fanta instead :(
Below iPhone photo of the 75 year old brother half way through the trip, he is taking a well deserved rest.
Our brother who's taking the lead and knows the place, looking at the mountains where we are heading off to.
Short rest before continuing the trip.
Another short break
We are all worn out and it looked like a battlefield with corpses spread around as we slept and recovered in a dried up riverbank.
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