On June 14th we traveled out of Yangon to another completed water project.
We often aren't together as each of us is shaking hands, or Carl's asking questions, but there are occasional moments.
At each of the ceremonies we've attended, ribbons are stretched, we're handed scissors, and wait for pictures to be taken and then cut the ribbon. After that, the pump is turned on and the water begins to flow.
Getting to this village required us to leave the van we traveled in and go along this path/road? for a mile or so. The monsoon season has begun (rain nearly every day) and the fields are being planted with rice. That requires each field to be flooded for the planting to occur. At a number of spots, there was enough mud to cause the tractor/truck driver to have to spin the wheels to move forward.
Instead of having us climb into the back of the truck, we were placed in front with the driver, an intended courtesy. However, as the wheels were spinning to go forward, mud was flying backwards, and we arrived at the village, mud splattered. More so when we left the village.
We are always greeted so warmly and given gifts. Here are pineapples and red bananas.
And more bananas. You can see that there are different shapes and colors and tastes.
This is the basket that was sent back with us--so full that it took two men to lift it. So after a long, hot day, we came home dirty and tired, but with warm memories of the happy faces that we saw when the pump started bringing water to their village, and lots of reminders of the generosity of the people.
We often aren't together as each of us is shaking hands, or Carl's asking questions, but there are occasional moments.
At each of the ceremonies we've attended, ribbons are stretched, we're handed scissors, and wait for pictures to be taken and then cut the ribbon. After that, the pump is turned on and the water begins to flow.
Getting to this village required us to leave the van we traveled in and go along this path/road? for a mile or so. The monsoon season has begun (rain nearly every day) and the fields are being planted with rice. That requires each field to be flooded for the planting to occur. At a number of spots, there was enough mud to cause the tractor/truck driver to have to spin the wheels to move forward.
Instead of having us climb into the back of the truck, we were placed in front with the driver, an intended courtesy. However, as the wheels were spinning to go forward, mud was flying backwards, and we arrived at the village, mud splattered. More so when we left the village.
We are always greeted so warmly and given gifts. Here are pineapples and red bananas.
And more bananas. You can see that there are different shapes and colors and tastes.
This is the basket that was sent back with us--so full that it took two men to lift it. So after a long, hot day, we came home dirty and tired, but with warm memories of the happy faces that we saw when the pump started bringing water to their village, and lots of reminders of the generosity of the people.
4 comments:
It's always so interesting to hear of your adventures and see the pictures.
Alyssa was excited to tell us that the missionaries taught her class today in primary and asked the kids if they knew anyone on a mission. She very proudly told them about her grandma and grandpa in Myanmar!
Now that is what I call a fruit basket! Looks good. Fun pics.
I never get tired of seeing your ribbon cutting ceremonies. Do you???:) You both look really great and can see the way you are touching lives in Myanmar.
Hi, this is Jared McInelly, the neighbor to your son. I sure love reading about what you guys are doing out there. It all sounds so fun and interesting. The people are fascinating. Keep posting!
You raised a good son. Still can't believe I have to go to tithing settlement with him!
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