More at Bernadette’s & The Beira Experience

At Osivela wa Yesu, the children brushing teeth ...

....before they move into their classrooms.

Some of the women learning new skills – sewing classes, and their latest produce: dolls.

One less job in my self-imposed job-jar – sorting out the drains

Sunday 16th, Sharon was invited to teach at a local AOG-based church in Mocuba - she did a great job!

On Monday morning, after 3 ½ weeks with Bernadette, the time came to leave. For both Sharon & I it was a tear-filled experience, as we’d had such a good time and drawn close not only to B & Heleen, but to the staff on site Ernesto & Betina, their sons, Balita, Jose and others. Just before we left, the staff spontaneously gathered round, prayed together with us, then sang a blessing as we left. It was so moving that the first few kilometers went by in silence, just reflecting on what great people these all are, and how God joins our hearts so quickly. A few hours later we crossed the recently inaugurated new bridge – 2 to 3 kilometers wide, spanning the Zambezi. No more waiting for the ferry!

Then, around 1:30pm on the sandy road to Beira- we had a heart-stopping ( and vehicle-stopping) experience. After a not-so-bad bump, and checking the camper in the mirror, something looked squiffy. Right-hand side wheel angled outwards !

A feeing of utter helpnessness. Jacked up van, and could see something serious bent on axle – impossible to fix on the road. And then, self-capable Les suddenly needing to depend on others.

Fortunately, a check on the cellphones, surprised to find signal, so several calls to Moz contacts, and we had some English-speaking Beira people making arrangements – and a promise by Dieter Koch to rescue us the following morning. So a night camping at the roadside, heard poachers’ AK gunfire at dusk, and a restless rainy night.

Mid –morning Tuesday, the Mercedes truck with crane arrived, we discussed & sorted out hoisting,

then followed the "house-on-wheels"-on-wheels for 6 ½ hours for 112 km of sandy road, then another 40 tar road to Beira Cables, Dieter’s civil works company.

Put up our tent in the yard, and this morning (Wednesday) they "downloaded a caravan", and started the repairs.

A forlorn looking Xcape caravan

We are being wonderfully treated by the Mozambican engineering staff, who jump to assist us with the smallest things we do, and have made us feel like honoured guests.

We are sleeping in the axle-less van on the site ( clean toilets, a shower, power connection at our disposal – much better facilities than the only beachfront campsite)

I am so used to being ‘in control’ and helping others, that being helped in such a gracious way at first is very awkward for me – but have a sense that God has a hand in this – teaching me to depend more on Him, and demonstrating His love to me through people.Tomorrow being a local city public holiday ( Beira City Day) we will still be here on Friday, to finalise repairs and try and get my TIP ( temporary import permit for vehicle) extended.

One of Beira's crappy beaches (due to outflow of Pungee river with it's effluent)

Looking forward to the beautiful beaches further south - Maybe from Saturday onwards...