{"id":5784,"date":"2018-09-11T07:25:23","date_gmt":"2018-09-11T07:25:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joel-mcmartin\/?p=5784"},"modified":"2018-09-11T09:57:10","modified_gmt":"2018-09-11T09:57:10","slug":"my-terrible-horrible-no-good-very-bad-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joel-mcmartin\/2018\/09\/11\/my-terrible-horrible-no-good-very-bad-day\/","title":{"rendered":"My terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Not sure it you have read Alexander\u2019s book or not, but I thought I would share with you about my terrible, horrible, no good, really bad day.<\/p>\n

I was on a trip to Liberia out in a remote village.\u00a0 We had been forced to motorbike in to the village as the bridges were down and their car couldn\u2019t get out.\u00a0 I had spent 3 days with them and it was time to begin my voyage back.\u00a0 I woke up early to hear rain pouring down hard and realized that it had been raining all night.\u00a0 I started wondering\/worrying about how this would go as we were about to leave on our 2 hour motorbike trip.\u00a0 Two hours later the drivers arrive and go down to check and see if the bridges are passable or flooded.\u00a0 We load up my stuff and take off with rain pouring down.\u00a0 The first 2 broken bridges were passable, I starting to feel encouraged because in my mind this is a good sign, but I was wrong.\u00a0 The flooding was ahead of us.\u00a0 We drove through muddy roads.\u00a0 3 times he got stuck and I had to get off, so he could get out.\u00a0 When I got off me feet sunk into the mud, and my shoes would get stuck.\u00a0 I had to pull my shoes out and wade through deep mud barefoot.\u00a0 We also drove through flooded parts of the road which on the upside \u00a0cleaned off some mud, but also left me completely drenched.\u00a0 When we arrived at the air strip I was a muddy, wet mess, but we had arrived and we were on time.\u00a0 Then it was a waiting game for the flight to arrive.\u00a0 I was really cold as I was soaked and it was a chilly day.\u00a0 For the first time that I can remember I was dreaming of soup and and warm fire in Africa.\u00a0 I couldn’t wait to get to the guesthouse and have a hot shower.<\/p>\n

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The wait at the airstrip began<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

It was a cloudy day, but we talked to the guys on the ground and they said the plane should be able to land because the clouds were high.\u00a0 The missionary who brought me out drove to get supplies as his family is trapped in the village and their food was running low.\u00a0 So I was there patiently waiting on my own.\u00a0 An hour later the plane arrived and I got up ready to leave. \u00a0The plane circled around, but didn\u2019t land.\u00a0 The airstrip worker tried to radio him to tell him where the clouds were open, but he couldn\u2019t get through to the pilot.\u00a0 After 3 attempts the plane left.\u00a0 I was heartbroken, but the worker called the next airstrip and he said the pilot would come back if the weather cleared up.\u00a0 I was left waiting another hour.\u00a0 I started praying that the weather would clear up.\u00a0 An hour later when the flight should have returned, the weather cleared up, and I got hopeful.\u00a0 But the plane never came, as his load was already too heavy he was forced to return to Monrovia.\u00a0 My flight to Dakar was scheduled for the next day.\u00a0 I was now stuck with no way to Monrovia and madly trying to figure out what this meant now.\u00a0 A few hours later the missionary stopped by to make sure I had gotten off and surprise I was still there.\u00a0 He also was not successful as the reachable town only had rice, sugar and oil at the store.\u00a0 The store was out of everything else including salt as they were waiting on a shipment, that hadn’t arrived.\u00a0 We started calling people to see what could be done about my flight and exploring options as once we got back into the village our connection by phone or internet could be cut off.\u00a0 In the end another plane couldn\u2019t come for 3 days.\u00a0 I may have thrown a slight temper tantrum that only God could hear.\u00a0 But there was nothing to do, but return to the village again.<\/p>\n

I went to the bathroom before we loaded up to go.\u00a0 There was no running water so I lifted the lid to pour water in and flush it before leaving.\u00a0 When I picked up the lid there was a huge hairy tarantula hiding there just under where I was sitting seconds before.\u00a0 The spider was as big as my hand.\u00a0 I stood there shaking my head, what a day.<\/p>\n

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Time to load up again<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

I climbed on the moto and back we went.\u00a0 2 hours through the mud and flooded roads.\u00a0 The moto started making noises and my driver said to pray it would make it.\u00a0 We make it close to the village and the broken bridge is so flooded that the motos can’t pass.\u00a0 The guys push the motos and carry the supplies by hand while I waded through water up to my waist and tried desperately not to fall in.\u00a0 We arrived back tired, wet, muddy and unsuccessful.<\/p>\n

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I was very appreciative even with all the mishaps for our drivers who safely got us there despite terrible circumstances<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Since it was cloudy all day there was no network in the village and so no way to tell Joel that I was not going to make it and that he needed to change my flight.\u00a0 So we ventured in to the village in hopes that we could find network.\u00a0 The one good thing of the day was that we were able to find internet in one spot in the village to send a message off to Joel that I was safe.<\/p>\n

Now I would be arriving back to Senegal 3 days later which meant that I would arrive just after Joel will have left on his trip.\u00a0 It meant 2 more motorbike rides through the mud and muck.\u00a0 It meant missing my boys for more days and waiting to hear from them about their first days of school.\u00a0 But on the bright side it also meant a few more days with this precious family in the village and a chance to participate more in their life.\u00a0 I knew things would look up in the morning after a little sleep, so it was time end that day and hope that the next one would be brighter.<\/p>\n

It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, but according to the book everyone has those even in Australia.<\/p>\n

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The bright side was seeing these precious ones run up so excited that I had returned<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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We had a few more days together to play<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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And to be shown around<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Our ride 3 days later was full of adventure as well with a broken down moto and 3 of us and a suitcase on one moto the rest of the way<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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But I was never so happy to see clear skies and a plane landing<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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While this was a very trying day, my trip was filled with many good days as well to be shared later in another post<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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However as you read this take a moment and pray for these 2 bridges to be fixed, so that the Burkheads can get out for supplies and a much needed break.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Not sure it you have read Alexander\u2019s book or not, but I thought I would share with you about my terrible, horrible, no good, really bad day. I was on a trip to Liberia out in a remote village.\u00a0 We had been forced to motorbike in to the village as the bridges were down and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":830,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[2545],"tags":[448],"class_list":{"0":"post-5784","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-updates-and-news","7":"tag-ethnos360","8":"entry"},"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joel-mcmartin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5784","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joel-mcmartin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joel-mcmartin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joel-mcmartin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/830"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joel-mcmartin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5784"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joel-mcmartin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5784\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joel-mcmartin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5784"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joel-mcmartin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5784"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joel-mcmartin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5784"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}