Miscellaneous Missionary

In a display of western grandess, the truck pulled up and without clearance height, broke a couple of branches to get through. Since we had no fork lift, all of the crates had to be dismantled and unloaded piece by piece. All of the missionaries uncomfortably cleared their throats and said "well, they wanted to send it. " Later, the stuff was all organized and repacked. We tried to hold back on the jokes about curry and crude oil. I chowed down on moms homemade pickles. Photos coming.