On Wednesday, I got to do a split with Elder Bracken in Tsevie. We had planned it out a couple weeks ahead. They just got bikes so we knew we had to test them out- to the extreme. We decided that we were going to bike to the village of Gape centre (only like 30km away) but we didn't really think ahead about how it would all be sand or gravel paths in the middle of nowhere.
Biking there took a good three hours, we got to see a member and she was so excited that we made the journey out and was even more impressed when she had seen that we biked out. On the way we felt like we were going to die because it was about 100 degrees with no shade and no way to get water and we found that biking in sand isn't super easy. Got some insane pictures of beautiful African savanna She made us some awesome food (pat) when we got there, got to talk to her family, and teach a couple lessons to her friends.
Biking back to Tsevie might have been the hardest physical thing I've ever done in my life. We were both dying the entire way because we were already dead tired and somehow both ways became uphills. At one point I got pretty far ahead of Elder Bracken so I waited for him well I clenched my side cramp. We decided we didn't know if we could physically make it so we decided to pray. I basically prayed for God to send us a truck to pass by or give us the strength or a way to make it back before I had to had to some baptismal interviews for them.
Then on the horizon I saw a car moving towards us, I waived him down and thought we were saved. He slowed down and I thought to myself "wow prayers are awesome I totally need to do this more when we are out teaching!" and then the guy in the car looked me square in the eyes flipped me off and drove away. We kept going for another half hour and then stopped to drink our last water when I saw another dot on the horizon, Elder Bracken thought I was messing with him when I told him but it kept getting closer. Turned out to be a tractor moving at like 3 miles an hour but they let us throw our bikes in the back and we took a nap on the rice bags that he had in the back.
Moral of the story: "Sometimes You Pray For A Truck... And God Sends A Tractor"
Love you guys and hope you have a great week.
