Hotel Tivoli Beira

... For any body else heading this way go the Gorongosa National Park turn off (8km south of Gorongosa) then head in for approx 10Kms, look for a funny Blue sign near the old school (if you get to the metal bridge then you have gone too far) on the right and head in, turn right at the Envirotrade sign and somebody will sort you out.

The owner brought with him an intriguing chap called Colin, he had two cameras over his shoulder and we figured out he ...

... radar - lordsave me.  Shay
manages the process - she was managing thehousehold, her brother, her
mother and of course watching Hannah Montana orwhatever is the
current major Disney thing is happening now. She's already managed to
multi-task.  I have attached a power pointpresentation that she did
on our organization as we 'chilled' one Sunday. As you can see my
daughter is an artist with the accompanying"artistic temperament".

... surpresa veio quando tentavamos colocar as bagagens no bagageiro do onibus. Agora o grupo de 12 pessoas que veio da inglaterra juntos estava dividido em dois. No grupo onde eu estava eramos sete, mas a quantidade de malas e bagagens nao era pequena. Nesse momento descobrimos que tem que se pagar para colocar uma mala no bagageiro. A maiora das pessoas locais simplesmente da um jeito de apertar as malas em cima, para nao pagar. Mas no nosso caso isso seria uma missao ...

... either too hot or too cold J ). During the worst part of the rain storm we arrived at the Zambezi River, which is one of three major rivers in Mozambique and there is no bridge across it (presumably destroyed during the civil war and now being rebuilt, slowly). So we had to get out while the bus got on the ferry, really just a floating raft, and then a few more buses. The deign of this ferry is such that there is a pretty steep incline to get on. The ...

... I've nev** had *ne get me *ut *f tr*uble, *nly int* it. Still, y*u'd think that aft** 27 years at it, I'd have figured *ut c**tain things... N*t s* if it inv*lves st*rming the realm *f N*t V**y G**d Ideas. M*stly I just get cut up and banged up but s*metimes I manage t* d* s*mething s* stupend*usly ill-advised that I nearly land my ass in jail (a place I've miracul*usly nev** actually been, despite my valiant eff*rts t* the c*ntrary). I'm en*ugh *f a radical t* believe ...

... is the future of dog. So, our neighborhood scavenger is a fine specimen. He trots around happily and lies at the top of our street garbage pile (which is somewhat smaller than those of other streets in the vicinity, probably because this little dude is efficient) and regards passerby with an affable dog smile (when he's not gnawing on something unspeakably disgusting). He reminds me of a Buddha, and I have christened him Winston, after Amelia's and Alex's maybe-dog ...

... in the Bering Sea. Sucker!) Have come to no life-altering epiphanies regarding...anything. Now for the real thing: Holy ****, Mozambique is HOT. I have a salty river of perspiration running down my cleavage like a fluvial flood. My curly hair has kinked up like a wild pubic sprawl on my head. My eyes sting from the drops of sun block-sweat mixture that keeps dripping down off my forehead. And suffice to say, I have swamp ass again. (I only share this with you ...

... haven. Maar ik vind de stad een depri gevoel geven.. Er zijn nog wel hele mooie gebouwen uit die tijd aanwezig maar geen geld en kunde om ze te onderhouden helaas. Op naar vliegveld ! Voor dat ik naar het vliegveld ga, ga ik eerst langs een clinic. Vanwege mijn gehoor. Ik laat mijn oren uitspuiten....JAAAA, ik kan weer horen ! Pfff.....dat scheelt erg. Tijd om te vliegen...

... rio. Passamos as manhãs no campus evangelizando e discipulando, na quarta e na quinta ficamos o dia todo no campus. Nas outras tardes Pierre se reuniu com todos os meninos, moçambicanos e brasileiros, para uma ministração sobre restauração sexual e emocional. (Minha presença não foi permita pra deixar os rapazes mais à vontade então gastei tempo com minha discípula Olívia, uma brasileira que mora aqui, filha de mulçumanos). It´s our last week now ...

... are no services at night). The preaching was in Portuguese translated into Shangana (one of their african languages). The praise time was also in both languages. And it is always awesome to experience the praises and the music in Africa. It's an unforgettable experience! The voices, the rithym and the way they dance for the Lord reminds me that we don't need any resources besides what He has naturaly already given us....our body, our voices and a heart ...