Welcome

The buses took us as far into the mountainous jungle as the roads would permit, then we piled into pickup trucks for the rest of the journey to the longhouses. I climbed into the back of a truck with a bunch of my friends.  A deluge drenched us as the Toyota struggled through the thick orange mud. We prayed that God would send angels to keep us from sliding back down the hills, and I believe He did. I remember looking out over the jungle that stretched as far as the eye could see. Exhilaration swept over me and I thought: can life get any better than this?

Before we left the buses we stopped in a little village called Julau. That is where the medical team will set up their temporary clinic. Our purpose for stopping was to create a stir, kind of get the word out that we’re here. Some of us, including myself, bought large woven-grass hats for a few ringet. (Ringet is the currency of Malaysia)

Now we are resting in the longhouses. The people are kind and welcoming, they seem genuinely happy to have us here. The food was good and playing with the children was great. There is also a cool, clear river not far away.

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