We have finally found what we have been preparing for, and words could never describe what we have experienced over the past few days.
We left SLC on Friday after 4 days of medical training . We prayed over our luggage to ask the Lords help in getting everything there in one piece and un-pilfered. You know it worked!
We had some real crazy looks from security, but nobody seemed to give it a second look. They checked 1 bag at SL and pushed us through. We sailed through Chicago after a 4 hr layover and on to London. A long 8+ hours then landed in London at 9:30am or so.
We had to go through London security again, and we thought "Here goes" but nothing again, they just smiled and said thanks. 3+ hours in London and on to Sierra Leone at 12:30.
We landed in Sierra Leone at 6:20pm and it was getting dark fast. We stood in line to go through customs and I dont know how it happens but we were almost last in the line. We were far from last for the longest time, but people just kept going off to other lines. Oh Well... We passed through customs and the on-slot of charletons begins. "Can I get you a cart?? only $10 American". "Can I watch your bags so they'll be safe,,,only $5 American? Luckily there were 2 elders and another young man named Daniel that let the people inside know that he was waiting for us.
Then we were able to skip the rest of customs (inspections where its like Christmas for the inspectors) and move to the head of the line. When we got outside the door, Daniel and the Elders came up and gave us big hugs, hauled our luggage to the loading area and paid for everything(with our money,of course) and told us to not give money to anyone else. That was good advise. We had guys try to protect our bags for $5 or see that our bags were on the same boat that we ride on, or make sure that the bags were safe at the other end for $5.... on and on. Oh well I guess I'd do the same if I were in their positions.
We loaded on a bus that took us to the dock for the "Sea Coach". A really nice man made sure that we got on the first boat when he saw our name-tags. He said he really liked our church. A quick speedboat ride across the bay and President Ostler and his wife were there waiting, loaded all our bags and off to the mission-home where we have an Apt in the basement. There are 3 Apartments, one for the Ostlers, one for the Kanslers (the housing couple) and little old us.
The poverty is unbelievable. Will soon send more pics. Can't go out today,all the missionaries called in. It is a holiday and the streets are extra crazy with craziness.