The great return. Alone.

I survived the trip home without any culture shock. Now its time to head back to good old Tchad.

When I arrive in Paris I was so bummed. I wanted to get out of the airport and explore and use all my awesome French. But I was greeted with a snowstorm. Not the best weather to explore Paris. So I did the next best thing. I slept. A full 8 hours it probably the worlds most comfortable airport chair. So comfortable that I almost missed my flight. I woke up 20 minutes before my flight was to being boarding and just to find out that they switched my gate to the other side of this huge international airport.

Upon arrival I had no idea who was picking me up, where I was going to stay for the night. I was just told, “there SHOULD be someone there”. EKK

I got off the plane and there were people with signs but none for me.

I got through customs still no one.

To baggage claim still no one.

Through security check two and still no one.

Outside the airport in the hot African air, still no one. I’m starting to think I might end up walking to Béré.

Walking to the outside airport gate I run into a very nervous Canadian and she’s looking for the Maranatha group… Thank God I’m not alone.

Finally at the main gate to exit the airport grounds and who do I see? Augustine! The hospital administrator. Thank you Jesus. I was so happy that I almost cried a little. This is not the country to be stranded in late at night.

The next morning after registration seven volunteer and two Tchadian drivers and a whole lot of luggage smashed into a van and we are on our way to Béré. Road trip of a lifetime. 10 hours and a very sore butt later I’m finally home. But I’ve been invaded. I have to spend the night in a tent and the next two weeks in a small hut with two other women. Not really the homecoming I was hoping for but I’m just happy to be home and excited to be useful again.

Now back in Tchad I’ve jumped right in and feeling like I never left. I’m back working in the Bloc and loving every minute. I think I’m even a worse driver on the Moto now then I was before. The sand is everywhere and deeper and thicker then ever. I still have yet to hit any people or animals besides frogs.