The raging river.
We spent the last week in the mountains, where it rained a lot. One of the nights we thought we wouldnt make ministry cos of the rain - we had to cross two rivers - but we left anyway, just in case they would be passable.
When we got there though, there was this a surging mass of debris-strewn floodwater that looked far too menacing to attempt. We had nothing better to do so sat down for an hour as the sun set and watched the river slowly go down. (15cm over the hour.)
Then, just before the sun set, one of the locals completed a crossing of the river by foot. Then a group, then some more, so Ken (the missionary) said ‘we’re gonna do this!’ The missionaries and girls were riding in the Landcruiser and Brett and I in the back of a truck. The truck wasn’t good enough to cross so we left that behind with an Indonesian team member to guard it.
So imagine this Landcruiser slipping and sliding its way across a river. Imagine a car packed with people watching the water surge up to the level of the headlights.
Then, imagine Brett and I clinging to the BACK of the Landcruiser, holding on to the roof rack and with feet precariously perched below the number plates. After crossing, we drove another 5km with us guys still grasping whatever would keep us alive.
We reached the second river but this seemed shallower so we plowed right ahead. However, towards the end the car got deeper and deeper until the water was nearly at my knees! The water covered the bonnet of the car.
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