I apologize for the delay in an update but I’ve been at Penalonga visiting the mission and the sisters. It’s about 30 minutes away from Mutare (city) and up on a mountain and so going into town doesn’t happen very often. I drove from Harare on Friday and made good time, I had 2 tollgates and 5 police checks. The police checks didn’t stop me but I had to slow down. I had my first experience with sour milk on Saturday. Sour milk is bought in the grocery store and is considered a treat and an extravagance here. The sister’s bought some as a treat for me. I have never had sour milk and consider it a sign that the milk has gone bad and should be thrown out. I decided to try it, so I had a quarter of a glass (a real quarter of a glass not my mum’s quarter, which turns out be a half or three quarters). I smelled it and it smelled horrific! I thought there is no way I’m going to drink it, but I did and… it turns out is tastes just like sour cream. Well I was so relieved; I explained that sour milk is like sour cream but runnier. That at home we put it on potatoes and on chili. One of the sisters put it on her sadza so I thought I’d try it on my sadza and it was like having potatoes with sour cream. What a relief! I had brought school supplies for the mission and asked Sister Annamore where should I take them, she suggested she would divide them up and split them among the children in the community who are orphaned but live with relatives. The orphanage has had problems with stealing by the children. They wait until the sister is in bed and climb through the ceiling to where the clothes, food, etc is stored in locked cupboards. They climb out and open them using the keys they have stolen from the sister’s pocket (I have no idea who they manage to do it but Oliver would be proud). They sell the goods and buy whatever they want. The sister’s are trying to find ways to catch them, and teach them a better way. The ceilings are now sunken down from children climbing in them. I took the sister’s to church and to a farm to get potatoes. The roads here are unbelievable, in Canada we would only use a 4X4, well in Zimbabwe owing a car is huge never mind a 4X4. So my Astra Opel and I went 4X4 in the bush and I must say it was brilliant. I didn’t expect us to make it but, we survived.