For Masso Fans

I had my first phone call from Mundri, Sudan, this morning. Michael
and Karen arrived with their umpteen hundred kilos of gear on a
chartered AIM-air flight. They unloaded the plane and carted the
goods from the airstrip into town (easier now that there is an actual
BRIDGE instead of the wild hand-over-hand boat passage we experienced
on our visit . . .). They assembled the kids' bikes and all was
going well except for one small detail. The man with the key was
gone. They rented a small house to accommodate them while they build
their own place on land the church has donated. But the house was
locked up and no one quite knew how to locate the key. When I talked
to them they were preparing to sleep in a tent for the night, and had
stored all their gear in a tukul (local hut). So begins the newest
WHM Africa team, a few hours into their official move to Sudan, and
already homeless! But they sounded great, being Africa-veterans they
were not to worried, and it was amazing to realize that in spite of
the remoteness of both of our locations we can talk to each other.