Last night as we were washing our feet off before bed, Isaac told me I reminded him of Crazy Eddie’s grandmother. Sally thought the cold water was “refreshing”. I thought it was just cold. Apparently, Crazy Eddie’s grandmother thought everything was ice cold. If you’ve read Patrick McManus you might know Crazy Eddie. I chose to take it as a compliment. 
We’re about to eat lunch and then we’re heading up to Dolaka, three hours into the mountains from Kathmandu. There is a training session for some pastors who have churches in that area. Pastor Samuel and the Garrisons (Joel, Sue, Isaac and Elliot) are joining Sally and I on the journey. I don’t know what to expect, but I’m curious to see how the roads are here. How do they compare with Cambodia? We’ll find out…
For the next three days I won’t be on the computer. So when I get back, I’ll update with pictures and stories!
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