Honduras and "Where's Bob?"

Landing in Honduras was eventful. Apparently the airport is one of the most dangerous due to the mountain you have to angel around, the close proximity of buildings, short runway and cliff at the end! If you are interested here are some videos to give you an idea!

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Example number two


But we landed! After getting through customs we were ushered through a crowd of people and were being given hugs and hellos by all the Micah boys. Our bags were loaded into a truck and we were taken to lunch at the mall. It was all a whirlwind, or what I like to call controlled chaos.



Loading ALL the luggage



We had a quick pit stop at the hotel and then were off to see the Christ Statue. We were going to walk through the city park and admire the 65.5 foot tall + 12 meter pedestal statue that looks over the city. The city was breathtaking, we could see the landing strip, the soccer stadium and the streets were we would spend some of our time. The statue was also amazing. We got close to the statue as we all huddled under it when we were struck by a terrific rain storm, right when we reached the top of the hill. But we soon realized that we were missing Bob, one of our team members.

Some team members had more fears and hesitancy about this trip than others. Bob was one of those. One common fear was that our stomach would not be compatible with the Honduran food. Well, Bob had his fear realized as we were driving to the park. Upon arrival he hopped out and ran into the woods, without much notice. As we were in route to the statue Bob was on his way to relief. Because of the rainstorm our drivers decided to move the vans closer to where we were so we wouldn’t have to hike back in the rain. (This was not Portland rain people- it was torrential downpour!) When Bob emerged he noticed the vans were gone, but Brain’s truck was still there. He thought about walking to where he thought we were, but didn’t really know how to get there. He decided it best to just stay put. Meanwhile we were still huddled under the statue and as the rain subsided we had an impromptu devotional and geared up for the week ahead. Those of you who know Brain Wiggs, know that he is not short winded, so we were up there for awhile (maybe 45mins). As we got excited and revved up, Bob was anxious that we had completely left him. He attempted to talk to the park guard to ask if he should sit and wait or start to walk. With his limited Spanish and hand gestures the answer he received was “si”  Finally when we loaded the vans to head back to the Micah house, Jamie (Bob’s son) let us know that we really had to find his dad. Brain drove around in the truck looking for him and found him on the road we came in on walking back toward the city! Day one and we had lost one of our members! Thank you Jesus for keeping him safe, and letting us find him before he reached the city! Later that night, I took Bob up to the balcony at the Micah House. I had him look up to the hills where you can see the statue towering over the city and told him; “Bob, I want you to meet Jesus. You were lost, but now you are found!”



Our group overlooking Tegucigalpa (minus Bob and Aaron)