PNG Milne Bay Day 3: "Whoops!"

This morning we flew to Milne Bay Province and to the town of Alotau.  Dan, Greg, and I are the advance team, arriving a few days before the students get here.  Our job is to solidify the arrangements for housing and food for our students, and speaking schedules for the churches...as well as confirming that people have been anticipating our arrival.

Dan learning not to believe what's online

Greg squished into taxi from Alotau airport

Church where we'll do our training

Dan went online and booked a place for us to stay while we are here...(so we can sleep earlier than the uni students each night.  TeeHee)  The place online was a  great price and said it was only 1 1/2 km from town.  We told Greg about it while waiting at the airport in Port Moresby.  He was doubtful about the truth of the location, so Dan phoned them up.  "Oh, no, sir, we are 52km (an 80 minute drive) from town."  Uh, oh.  Greg found a  lodge for us to spend tonight...and it costs  quite a bit...and no running water (until the evening, because of a landslide upstream.)  But the view is wonderful.  Today, we found missionary housing available for the rest of our stay.  (Good old SIL housing...reasonable price, clean, happy Christians running it...)  Thank you, God!  They only happened to have openings the exact days we would need housing.

Dinner at our 1-night lodge

 Bottom line:  We spent a lot of time walking in the on-and-off island rain.  (How about that, Miss Isla Rain Morris?)  As we slipped or sloshed inside our wet flip-flops I came to a firm conclusion.  You know that muddy, spotted stripe that can run up the back of your leg from your flip-flops?  Well, it looks much worse on a white leg than a brown leg!!!