Market Day! Twisted my ankle in the morning and then sat in dog poo when I crumpled to the ground. Not the nicest experience. I have decided to never volunteer as first aid officer again, because I think I was injured and sick the most out of everyone! But I did get out of another walk to the school, so there was some good. My ankle was fine by lunch and I definitely think the Lord helped because when I twisted it I was sure I would be off my foot for a few days (having twisted my ankle to varying degrees many times before).
Bought the whole team a soft drink each which I think went down well. Some of us are hanging out for a good ol coke when we get back to Pt Vila. I spent the arvo drawing up the sign and making sure the spacing was accurate for painting tomorrow. It was good to have an inside job that I could sit down and work on.
We had the last evening session and there was great worship as usual. Two young lads in the Church called George and Richard would go in early and play their guitars and it was a good mood setter. The children sing passionately and two girls in particular could really belt out the tunes!
Each night we were treated to hot drinks and I particularly looked forward to this! Margaret also did a fabulous job each day preparing the meals and hot drinks for us at the Primary School. She was a quiet achiever who blessed us and helped sustain us all week.
Each day the local women would bring us food (pity I couldn't eat it, but the team enjoyed the papau and enjoyed?? the mannoc and yam). They are very hospitable, but we just couldn't get them to eat with us. They would wait till we had finished and then it was men first, then the women and children.
