On Friday night, the group of missionaries from Chad had a good ol’ fashion bar-b-que with all the fixins. (And yes this is a word, which can be found in the dictionary.) This dinner comes at a time after a week of a spiritual retreat for the Chad missionaries. It was a time of relaxation and renewal. I quite enjoyed the dinner of sloppy joes and cole slaw, but kept wondering what the missionaries from England, Germany, and New Zealand thought about the American meal.
The odd thing about the whole meal was the water. You see in Africa, at least this part, all of the water is filtered before it is potable. But the water I was drinking Friday night, had a funny taste. It was at that point we began to pass my glass around and everyone agreed with my assessment of the water. At that point we looked into the pitcher, from which the water was poured and there were these black things sunk at the bottom that resembled…well, it wasn’t good. Yeah, let’s put it that way to keep this blog PG.
So the African moral of the story is always look in the pitcher before you pour water from it.