Everything is a swirl of activity here at Angel House because tomorrow our pastor is getting married. He commandeered our truck to take reception necessities to his village church, so Nate, Kate, and I were left in the dark without wheels. We try to be home by 7 normally, but tonight that was impossible. SO, we walked through town in the dark looking for a motorcycle (piki piki) ride. Now, I have always hated motorcycles and have even been heard to say no one in her right mind would ride one. Well, I carefully climbed on behind the driver and tried to figure out what to hold on to. Actually, I wanted to hug him with all my might; I was so scared! I finally settled on placing my hands on his shoulders and telling him, "I have never done this before, and I am a grandmother who plans to live to see her granchildren again. Please tell me you are a good driver!". Turns out, he was a wonderful young man, and I ended up singing, "Santi sana, squashed banana". and " Hukuta matata" as we went up the road to the mission house. We really had fun, and he was so careful to make sure my leg stayed away from the heat of the exhaust pipe. I think I will ride a piki piki again sometime soon!
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