The day after Christmas is also a holiday for visiting friends and relatives in Indonesia. We decided to visit a village that speaks another one of the languages in that region. First we stopped to climb several hundred stairs up a mountain to overlook the whole valley below. God cleared up the whole sky so we could see every mountain and village below. What a view! This is where we bought corn on the cob (for all my Nebraskans out there!). The crazy thing about this corn is that it was cooked over a burning sulfur vent!
I took this picture for my brother, Micah, especially. I thought it was cool how all the people used bamboo for scaffolding when they were building things. It is really strong and gives without breaking. I heard they even use it in Singapore for tall buildings and it is better than steel.
We got to the other village by car, and visited even more people. The hot item was the fresh Durian that everyone devoured for dessert. This is a famous fruit in the Philippines, but I had never tasted it because of the funny smell. Since everyone was eating it I decided to finally try it. It is a bit slimy and creamy but tastes much better than it smells. The outside is sharp and thorny because God made that natural protection from creatures that might try and eat the fruit. God also packaged it perfectly in this hard shell with sections.
I loved seeing the local housing and the local people. There was an announcer speaking the local language over an intercom. We found out that he was preaching and calling all the people to come help him dig a grave. His mother, an older woman, just died that day and he needed people to help him dig the grave but he was rebuking them for not coming out to help. We asked if we could help, but they said the best thing would be to go visit the mourners and shake all their hands.
We went in the drizzling rain to the home of the mourners. It was actually really sad and a huge culture shock for me the way it happened. Right when we got there they carried out the body and laid it on a bed in a room draped with white cloth. Of course I cannot show you a picture, but the woman had gloves on and was dressed in her best. The mourners were wearing black and stood around her bed while we came in to shake all their hands. I thought it was really strange and I felt really wierd shaking people's hands like I was happy to see them. It wasn't long before we left and said good-bye to the people of that village, but I am sure I will remember that experience for the rest of my life.
The day after Christmas is also a holiday for visiting friends and relatives in Indonesia. We decided to visit a village that speaks another one of the languages in that region. First we stopped to climb several hundred stairs up a mountain to overlook the whole valley below. God cleared up the whole sky so we could see every mountain and village below. What a view! This is where we bought corn on the cob (for all my Nebraskans out there!). The crazy thing about this corn is that it was cooked over a burning sulfur vent!
I took this picture for my brother, Micah, especially. I thought it was cool how all the people used bamboo for scaffolding when they were building things. It is really strong and gives without breaking. I heard they even use it in Singapore for tall buildings and it is better than steel.
We got to the other village by car, and visited even more people. The hot item was the fresh Durian that everyone devoured for dessert. This is a famous fruit in the Philippines, but I had never tasted it because of the funny smell. Since everyone was eating it I decided to finally try it. It is a bit slimy and creamy but tastes much better than it smells. The outside is sharp and thorny because God made that natural protection from creatures that might try and eat the fruit. God also packaged it perfectly in this hard shell with sections.
I loved seeing the local housing and the local people. There was an announcer speaking the local language over an intercom. We found out that he was preaching and calling all the people to come help him dig a grave. His mother, an older woman, just died that day and he needed people to help him dig the grave but he was rebuking them for not coming out to help. We asked if we could help, but they said the best thing would be to go visit the mourners and shake all their hands. 
We went in the drizzling rain to the home of the mourners. It was actually really sad and a huge culture shock for me the way it happened. Right when we got there they carried out the body and laid it on a bed in a room draped with white cloth. Of course I cannot show you a picture, but the woman had gloves on and was dressed in her best. The mourners were wearing black and stood around her bed while we came in to shake all their hands. I thought it was really strange and I felt really wierd shaking people's hands like I was happy to see them. It wasn't long before we left and said good-bye to the people of that village, but I am sure I will remember that experience for the rest of my life.
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