Camp Papua (Monday)

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Our first official camp is well underway.  The camp cook and camp counselor always seems two steps behind hungry kids (all the same person, me), but they are not starving.  So far we have been to the pool and soccer at the international school.  There Elijah was the talk of the men as he displayed great control and ability with the ball.  Monday found us at the beach despite cloudy rainy skies.  The waves were powerful and the children were addicted to catching wave after wave.  The only time they were out of the water, was when we called them out to eat and to go home.  Oh yes and one other time, when Uncle John spotted small sharks about 2 feet in length.

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We rented a little shelter for $10 for the day.  It was a great platform off the sand and shelter from the occasional splattering raindrops.  It came complete with lots of chickens to catch any scraps of food and 2 sleepy dogs.

 

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The ride home was memorable as we ended up having a banana peel war between two vehicles.  The monkeys in my vehicle were certainly egging it all on!!!!!   At least we were only throwing our biodegradable garbage out the windows.  I am getting less and less stressed by my illegal driving.  Not sure how the passengers are feeling?!

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Here I am driving.  Large truck going under tree that he is hitting.  Motorcycle squeezing by on left.  Taxi going around on right on grass.  I sit and wait.  A man rides in the top of the open truck with a large stick to hold up all the electric wires they go under.

 

The children are begging to return to the beach this week.  We may just have too……   Today Camp Papua received it’s first informal request for a future camp (we hope to see you soon, Chase).  Stay tuned for the latest at Camp Papua.

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