Jungle Trekking

So I didn't write a blog post last week because I was on a bus... for 18 hours.  I thought that I was going to die, it was that painfully boring and uncomfortable.  So, this week I got transferred to Miri, the northern city of Sarawak.  Kuching, the area I was previously serving in was the southern city of Sarawak.  If you look at a map you might think that the distance between the two cities is not very much, and you would be right.  But what a map cannot tell you is how undeveloped the road system is.  It is like jungle trekking in a bus.  The roads have so so so so so many pot holes, it’s amazing that the buses can actually function.  But to make things worse, last Monday, the day I took the bus, was a public holiday, so the buses were full.  I think I got one of the last tickets on the bus, and it happened to be the crappiest bus company too.  Anyway, the experience was horrible, I have never been more uncomfortable in my entire life, and did I mention in was 18 hours!

Well, the very next day I have a flight to go back to Kuching!  The only reason that I took a bus to Miri was so that I could drop my stuff off, get 4 hours of sleep and then take off in the morning back to Kuching.  I stayed in Kuching for one day and one night and it was so great. I got to see all the people that I had to give rushed good byes to, and spend some quality time in the city I love!  After that, the following day I had a flight to Singapore to pick up a new missionary and take him back to Miri.  Singapore is always great, love it there, it’s like a mini Tokyo.

So here I am in Miri, a new area, no investigators, a new missionary that doesn't speak the language, and little to no idea what to do.  Love you guys!