Friday we went North West of Baguio City into the Mountain Province. It was only three hours away, over ruff terrain and thin bumpy roads, but breath taking all the same. Once we arrived the medical team, church members, and the rest of us, split up into four small groups to invite the village to the film showing that evening….(One would think a village is a very small row of huts centrally located…but one would be wrong….this “village” was spread out over and entire mountain landscape.) I was waited down with my camera equipment…and the adventure began!
Friday we went North West of Baguio City into the Mountain Province. It was only three hours away, over ruff terrain and thin bumpy roads, but breath taking all the same. Once we arrived the medical team, church members, and the rest of us, split up into four small groups to invite the village to the film showing that evening….(One would think a village is a very small row of huts centrally located…but one would be wrong….this “village” was spread out over and entire mountain landscape.) I was waited down with my camera equipment…and the adventure began!
My group was lead by a handful of local woman, three of which were elderly…those little woman headed straight up the mountain, with umbrellas in hand, leading the rest of us to evangelizes the scattered homes among the mountains steep slopes and invite the locals to the film showing and encourage them to come to the medical mission the next day…we dodged snare traps along the narrow jungle paths, navigated foot bridges, hiked ridge backs, chatted with resistant indigenous people, giggled with curious children, prayed with the sick, ate sticky rice in banana leaves hot off the fire from a generous aged woman, we kept our stride, pausing only to speak with those along our way...in fact, we climbed so high, the HUGE adjacent mountain, no longer seemed big because we were eye to eye with it. Finally after several hours, wondering the landscape, through rice patty’s, dodging caribou, and “collecting” inquisitive children we made our way down a foot path in the total blackness of the night, to be picked up by a truck, and carried back up the mountain to a film showing. On our way down the constantly zig zaging trail, Pastor Fred, (a jokester) pulled out his cell phone to use as a very dim flash light…his phone kept playing the wedding march…over and over again…which was hilarious.... because we were in the middle of the jungle, in pitch black night, trying not to fall to our death, head first into the steep unknown, with a couple of cell phones to “guide” our way! It must of sounded comical to be anyone or “anything” else in the jungle besides us, over hearing the calamity that was coming down the mountain. We made it to the road, caught a truck back up the mountain pass, and made it to the film showing on time.
Here are a few pictures of the landscape, children, and people, a long our way.
More to come soon. This is only a taste of the rest of the adventure. I’m in Manila, now, after riding 8 hours, off and on, today…It’s super late in the night/morning…. I’m exhausted…. Getting ready to come home!!!
I will miss this place…but I am looking forward to home!
KEEP PRAYING!!!
In His Grip,
Deric
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