Travel Day

We made it to Choluteca, but what a wild ride it was.  . . . . .  . But I’m getting ahead of myself.    Leaving from the Flint airport was wonderful.  The staff was friendly, the airport is small so walking to the gate was a snap, and security was. . . . .   well was security.  We arrived in Tegucigalpa with another applause filled landing.  If you have never experienced a landing in Tegucigalpa, Google it.  After clearing immigration and customs there were hugs and greetings as we were met by Frank, Emily, Levi, Edwin, and some new friends.  As we loaded up to our traditional trip to lunch at Pollo Comparo, we discovered that we had to find a way to fit 14 passengers, 8 50 lbs suitcases, 6 carry on bags, and 8 backpacks in a 15 passenger van.  Levi, being the problem solver that he is, made 2 trips to the restaurant and disappeared to gather up 1 large blue tarp, 6 C-Clamps and 100 feet of rope and we lashed the luggage to the top of the van.  The drive to Choluteca was a spiritual white knuckle ride (I’m sure there were a lot of prayers in the back of the van, but from the front seat, it was white knuckle. The heavy rains had created pot hole infested roads as bad as any Michigan Road I have ever seen.  Combining the roads with the normal Honduras driving through the mountains, and making the last hour of the trip after sunset, we were all glad to finally arrive at Iglesia Gran Comision.  We arrived at the church in time to see the last 2 songs of the Saturday evening service.  Edgar performed one of the News Boys hits, and Luis Fernando closed the worship service.  We are all glad to finally be in Choluteca, and are looking forward to our first full day in country.