I'm slowly getting back into life after several weeks off work recovering from surgery... (Keyhole surgery may be a wonder of modern medicine and leave you with hardly any scars, but the bruising is something else!! And SORE! As one very kind friend told me, it's just as well my favourite colour is purple!)

Here's how it works: Ingore is an hour and 10min away from Bissau by taxi, or an hour and a half by kadonga (squashy bus that lets people off every 100m to buy a goat or pick up something from their cousin's house etc).

Titus and Poppy are coming to Bissau tomorrow, and when we go to Ingore with them after lunch we will be shown how to make the trip on our own. Anna says it's easy and you can't get lost if you give them our address but she doesn't know me so we shall see!

we, you (plural)...

I hate grammar!  Kiriol grammar is supposed to be easy but I am up to my eyeballs in pronouns and predicates and sentences with every word starting wíth ''b''.

What is it about us guys that make us so slow in putting our hands up for long-term mission service? Short-term, for sure. Locally based ministries, absolutely. Bible college courses, yup still going there too. But here at WEC we seem to be forever praying for more men to train and go…particularly of the single variety. I’m married, and married young for that matter, so I can hardly talk…but I’m going to stick my neck out and say that it seems that women are way more courageous on this front than men.