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Jul 24, 2013

The Drive

Kristen and I have finally made it to Fort Dauphin. We've been here for a couple weeks, and are almost settled into our house.  For those of you that don't know, Fort Dauphin is our "final destination," so to speak, in Madagascar. It is our home base of ministry, where we will live and work among the Antanosy people in town and in the surrounding villages. 

It wasn't easy getting here. Usually that phrase is figurative, as in, "it was a long process to get to where we are."  While that definitely applies in this case, what I mean is that it literally wasn't easy to get here.  The roads (I use that word generously) were terrible. In a few months, during the rainy season, they will be impassable, so it's a good thing we got here when we did.  Just take look at what can pass as roads around here:







Along with the rough roads, there were also ten rivers that we had to cross by ferry.  Some of them were motorized, and others were hand cranked.  To be honest, the ferries were a nice break from driving; all we had to do was drive up onto them, and enjoy a leisurely boat ride.



The trip from Antsirabe (where we were living while in language school) to Fort Dauphin took us three days.  The first day was twelve hours of paved roads, so it wasn't bad at all.  We got to drive through the rain forest, which was cool, and we spent the night in bungalows right on the Indian Ocean, which was also cool.  The second day, we left at 5:30 in the morning on a paved road, and by 6:30, the road had all but disappeared.  Around 5 that evening, we checked in to a hotel.  The word "hotel," of course, means a collection of shacks with no electricity or running water, and a giant scorpion in the outhouse.  But hey, it only cost us $4.  

The last day was not quite as long, and we rolled in to Fort Dauphin around 2:30.  My truck no longer had a brush guard, and the other truck was missing a runner on top (from tying the brush guard to it).  We were tired, bruised, and sore, but mostly relieved.  It was a long and frustrating three days, but we were finally to our new home, and there were paved roads and wonderful views to welcome us!



As you can see, the trip was tough.  But you can also see just how gorgeous and diverse the scenery was.





Pictured above: gorgeous scenery

Seeing the sharp contrast between the terrible roads and the fantastic views of virtually untouched land, I am reminded of how flawed the things are that we try to create on our own.  Even the most awe-inspiring feats done by men are imperfect and will eventually pass away.  On the other hand, our Father's majesty, which is revealed through His creation, will never fade.  His love is unfailing, and far greater than anything on this earth.  

If you ask me, three days of tough roads and $4 hotels is worth it to share that message with those who haven't heard.