A Glimpse of Papua

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In Jakarta and Bandung there have been these garbage piles.  Papua will prove to be no different.

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This is how Darron went church.
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Lake Sentani is about 10-20 minutes drive away from where we will eventually live.
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Girls at church.
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Potluck on the floor.
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The following pictures are of the market.  Unfortunately the market burned down shortly after Darron's visit to Papua.  So now these pictures are just history.  

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Fruit Bats for supper, anyone?
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This is how your produce is delivered to your car.  Customer service.
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Jan who has lived in Papua for over 20 years, loved this market and the people there.  Many lives were touched through her simple ministry to them.
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We move to Papua in about 5 weeks from now.  We are anxious to see where we will live and get acquainted with our new life.  The bricks are currently being made for our new home.  We should be able to move into it in about 8 months.  No Home Depot home orders there.  We are grateful to Jan and Bob Roberts who are overseeing our home being built and generally looking out for us as we will soon transition once again.  Perhaps one day Darron will write about his side of the story....but for now, this is just a glimpse of our life to come in Papua.

Comments

  1. IvannaNovember 12, 2011 at 11:03 PM

    Yaiks!! I never knew they sell bats as well in Papua..

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  2. American Swede PhotographyNovember 13, 2011 at 5:28 AM

    Where will you live while your house is being built? . . . The bats. . . . They're huge!

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  3. UnknownNovember 19, 2011 at 2:36 PM

    Loved seeing a few glimpses of what your life will be like! Okay, and how can one not comment on the bats? Truly nasty! To even think about eating one of those!!

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