Road to Makungu

Our Land Rover

The journey to Makungu is not for the faint of heart. Off-roading can be fun with its twists and turns and bumps and jolts. But imagine going off-roading for 6 hours straight in a Land Rover that is probably older than you without air conditioning or public restrooms along the way. Squashed in the front seat was the driver we hired in Tabora, myself and mom, bags and bags of groceries and random stuff we were asked to carry that couldn't be stowed in the back because of the bumpy ride. I'm surprised we weren't holding on to a clucking chicken.

The Land Rover apparently IS older than me and used to be an ambulance car in Oman. The box looking thing on top looks like it should have a machine gun welded to it. I like to think of this car as "Jack the Marine." That old guy who is a bit rickety at the joints with his greying hair and loose leathery skin, but as strong and reliable as an ox

Almost there...

As we made our final approach Makungu, a small rainbow revealed itself. It was as if Christ himself was welcoming us! I wonder if this was how Noah felt at the end of the flood.