Finally...the sixth and final installment in the saga of my first cross-cultural mission experience. To get caught up on the whole sordid story, visit these previous posts:
* * * * * * *One fear that many travelers express is the relative quality and exotic nature of the local cuisine. It’s one thing to sleep on an air mattress on a dirt floor, or have to push your vehicle out of a muddy mountain trail, but being asked to eat onion sandwiches or boiled slug stew can push some people over the edge.
The good news for us on our first trip to Panama was that we were offered a very tasty chicken and rice dish for every meal.
The bad news for us on our first trip to Panama was that we were offered a very tasty chicken and rice dish for every meal.
Seriously…we ate so much chicken and rice…one of the members of our group started involuntarily scratching the ground with his feet and clucking.
Fortunately, the food settled well with everyone and contrary to anyone’s expectations there wasn’t a single incident of Montezuma’s Revenge during the whole trip.
Having completed our ten days of digging ditches and teaching Bible lessons through an interpreter, we drove the six hours back to Panama City. On our way to the airport we passed a Domino’s Pizza. Without warning or collusion, all twelve of us shouted, “Stop the van!”
That pepperoni and sausage never tasted so good…nor moved so fast through each and every one of us.
Sure made the flight home…um…interesting.