The day before our convention we went to cover the last part of a certain unknown territory. Unbeknownst to us we were heading way out woop woop (aka- the middle of nowhere).
We walked for an hour and realized, "Dude... There are not that many houses out here." "Yea mate, I know. But the brothers want to keep going..."
Walking 2 more hours... saw 4 houses and a super cool birds nest, a sunflower field and sister Elizabeth preached to a lone bike rider just passing by. Elizabeth and I almost got trampled by a herd of angry cows. Once the Bolivian started running I knew I was able to as well.
At the 3 hour mark all of us were either starving or in desperate need of a toilet. That's when the dust storms rolled in... we found out that Bolivian dirt doesn't taste so good and that it has an amazing ability to accumulate and layer itself once it makes contact with your skin. For a while we thought we were getting super tan really fast, but the tan rubbed off.
The 4th hour... trying to sing kingdom songs to keep up the morale of the group. Any taxi that passed we desperately tried to convince to take us back to the mainland and out of the sea of dirt. Kyria tried asking a tractor... finally we found our ride! Mission accomplished. After we got home we reflected on the 4 hour trek and decided it was one of the best service days yet. We love the adventure.
This Is a birds nest. It actually has 2 levels inside. The birds make it themselves out of dirt and clay. They are apparently indestructible.