

After having extended his stay more than a month, Nathan finally boarded a plane tonight to make his way back to California. The resulting void is too great to describe. But I certainly am proud of him. Ishema. (Please review my previous blog post dated September 21, 2008.) Nathan said “Yes”. He served the poor with humility. He made a lasting difference in the lives of scores of people. Well done, good and faithful servant. Ishema.

I have been greatly inspired, corrected, and blessed by Nathan during his stay and work here in Rwanda. I now must again share him with you who are in California. My heart pleads with you to "Please take very good care of him", but my mind knows that he will care for you. May you be as inspired, corrected, and blessed as I,... and many others in Rwanda.

Nathan and I made some unforgetable memories while he was here. I have already written about our Gorilla Trekking experiences.

Last week we hiked in the Nyngwe Forest, a 1000+ square kilometer rain forest. We flirted with disaster more times than I can recount, and delighted in every "near miss",... like:
When we were departing Kigali, thinking we knew the directions, but did not, and we almost ended up spending three days in Burundi....
And when we finally arrived long after dark, we disconered that there was no place to stay. (We had failed to make a reservation.) But a kind man made arrangements for us to bunk at the tea factory.
We arose at 4 am to go Chimp Trekking, after which we returned to our Land Rover in the middle of NOWHERE and discovered that it would not start. We enlisted the assistance of a few locals (who miraculously appeared from the nowhere of which we were in the middle) and our cooperative effort finally got it jumped started (which took about an hour of very strenuous work).
We told our new friends to hop in and we would take them and their heavy loads (which they were carring upon their heads) to wherever they were going. One guy's load was two huge jerry cans of home brewed banana beer. The road (if you can call it that) was quite bad, and the ride quite rough. The home brew got quite a shaking, and blew holes in the plastic jerry cans and sprayed all over the car,... and it ain't very good smellin' stuff. Nathan's response was to start drinking what he endearingly referred to as "pond scum". I would not be outdone and joined in. The initial taste is indescribably horrid. But the aftertaste is actually quite nice,... after about a liter.



So much more to tell, but it is now 2:15 am and I'm beat. Good night.
Imagine the size of the trout I could catch with a worm this big!

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