Dear Blog Fans,
Live from Egypt… it’s Saturday night! Yes, blog fans, we’ve made it the 7th inning. Only two more to go and game over! I’ve got baseball on the brain. Been mediating arguing Egyptians on the baseball field all week. For those who don’t get it that means 7th day and we leave on the 9th, which is Monday.
Egyptians love to argue. These kids argue about everything. Every single play in baseball they argue. Two outs. No, only one coach only one. He was out. She was out. They are all safe. Score is 9 to 6, no it’s not. I have diagnosed several of my campers with Severe Oppositional Disorder, which means they argue with everything said even if they agree.
I’m going to keep tonight’s blog relatively short. Today was very similar to the rest of the week with a few exceptions. I woke up this morning and spent two hours in the room, in air conditioning, writing and posting photos on the church blog. It’s not there yet because Brad won’t let me post anything on the church blog without having a chance to edit it first. Seems reading my personal blog has made him skeptical of my ability to filter appropriately for the church audience. I’m not offended. I don’t trust me either. J
Following are photos with brief descriptions:
1. The trash truck here is a cart and donkey system. Obama would love this. Very fuel efficient.
2. Me in the Egyptian javelin throw.
4. Brennen doubled over in pain after failing to break the broomstick.
5. Local architecture. There are no bathrooms or indoor plumbing. They live off well water and poop in the grass. Three guys live in this hut. They live off the land. Raise all of their food.
7. Front of building mentioned in number 6. Note the cross above. It uses a florescent tube with an extension cord running into the window. Lights up at night.
8. Egyptian barbed wire solution. Broken glass lines the brick wall perimeter near the pool area to keep local kids out.
9. Local kids in village described above watching campers climb 50 foot rock wall. I gave them candy.
Things are very different here. What surprises me the most is the locals don’t even realize how poor they are and what they don’t have. They seem to be happy people.
One more thing on today. Tonight was the Commando game. Not something we’ll ever see in America due to lawsuit potential. The game is this. Send 200 campers off in the dark wearing black clothes hunting for one of three counselors. They get a wrist band (zip tie) and their objective is to make it back to base without getting caught by a counselor or coach. They had us chasing teenagers around the entire camp in complete darkness with a pair scissors! Scissors were for cutting the wrist band off, not stabbing them. You wouldn’t believe how many campers fell in holes, over rocks, ran into picnic tables, fell down stairs. But this is apparently their favorite game every year. They’ve done it six years in a row. A couple of counselors got hurt. One dislocated his shoulder and had a slight concussion. The doctor (who would be considered a pharmacist back home, said he only needed ice. Said the same thing about a kid who needed a few stitches. “Only need ice.” It’s the craziest thing.
That’s all for now, friends and family! Hope you are enjoying life in the States. I certainly appreciate it much more now than I ever have before.
Scott
1. The trash truck here is a cart and donkey system. Obama would love this. Very fuel efficient.
2. Me in the Egyptian javelin throw.3. Brennen attempting to break a broomstick over his knew.
4. Brennen doubled over in pain after failing to break the broomstick.6. Back of a building occupied by 10 camp workers. Note the trash/scrap pile that will be there for all eternity.
7. Front of building mentioned in number 6. Note the cross above. It uses a florescent tube with an extension cord running into the window. Lights up at night.
8. Egyptian barbed wire solution. Broken glass lines the brick wall perimeter near the pool area to keep local kids out.
9. Local kids in village described above watching campers climb 50 foot rock wall. I gave them candy.Things are very different here. What surprises me the most is the locals don’t even realize how poor they are and what they don’t have. They seem to be happy people.
One more thing on today. Tonight was the Commando game. Not something we’ll ever see in America due to lawsuit potential. The game is this. Send 200 campers off in the dark wearing black clothes hunting for one of three counselors. They get a wrist band (zip tie) and their objective is to make it back to base without getting caught by a counselor or coach. They had us chasing teenagers around the entire camp in complete darkness with a pair scissors! Scissors were for cutting the wrist band off, not stabbing them. You wouldn’t believe how many campers fell in holes, over rocks, ran into picnic tables, fell down stairs. But this is apparently their favorite game every year. They’ve done it six years in a row. A couple of counselors got hurt. One dislocated his shoulder and had a slight concussion. The doctor (who would be considered a pharmacist back home, said he only needed ice. Said the same thing about a kid who needed a few stitches. “Only need ice.” It’s the craziest thing.
That’s all for now, friends and family! Hope you are enjoying life in the States. I certainly appreciate it much more now than I ever have before.
Scott
"Pray that I may proclaim it clearly, as I should. Be wise in the way you act toward outsiders; make the most of every opportunity. Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone."
Colossians 4:4-6
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