After a problem free 8.5 hour drive we have arrived in Samfya. The radiator held up on the trip north and we are happy to be out of our suitcases. Thank you for praying as we traveled. Along the way we noticed a few trucks that had been in accidents. They were overturned along the side of the road. As we passed one of the we slowed down so I could take a picture and three men popped out from behind the truck and stared at us as we passed. Mark (my brother-in-law) explained to me that those men were probably the drivers. The truck was likely carrying goods for sale when the accident happened and the rule in Zambia is that the driver stays with the truck to protect the cargo. He said that these guys can sometimes be there for weeks waiting for company help to arrive. Sometimes they are from a surrounding country and may not even speak the local language. It can take a long time for word to get back to the boss and then for him to send help.
On a different note, you may be wondering how our kids are doing. Remember, I’ve been here before and Julie grew up in this country so she’s used to it. Our little Americans, however, not so much. If you’re praying for them, we can tell. They are doing great! Fearless is the word I would use. It’s really amazing. Yesterday I went off with my brother-in-law to fix the drive shaft on a vehicle and the four girls all jumped in the back of the pick-up. I almost had a heart attack as the truck bucked over the bumpy roads. They were in the back squealing with delight. We arrived at the vehicle, they all jumped out and I noticed that not one of them had shoes on. No matter. They scampered off to fetch mangoes. Not from the market, mind you, but from a tree! When I found them 15 minutes later they, and their two Zambian friends, Memory and Hilda, were either skinning mangoes with their teeth or dripping in fresh mango juice. Help! My children have gone feral!