Last Sunday, a group of 14 left from Cuenca to try and
locate a new project (a hydroelectric company near a dam) that had a rumored
number of 20 Chinese people working on it. We left after the meeting in jeans
because we did not want to draw too much attention to ourselves. There were 3
car groups that left the city together heading north for Azogues at about 12:30pm.
We hit our first snag there when trying to get directions to
the project. Getting directions here is one of the most confusing experiences
that I have ever had. I never understand what people mean. They say down when
we’re going up or vice versa or give a long series of turns that I would lose
my way completely if I was the one trying to follow them. We lost one of the cars (that happened to be the one that Ariel was in) while following those
directions and had to wait nearly a half hour for them to find their way back
to us. It didn't help that some of the roads were one giant pothole.
After we were all together again, we continued on our way towards Taday. "Somehow" our car group got ahead of everyone else and when we arrived in Taday, we were told that the Chinese were “in the next town.” We drove on for a while longer towards the dam and stopped for about a half hour (taking pictures) to see if the other cars were close behind us. They weren’t.
Streets of Zhoray |
We arrived in the town of Zhoray where we found the house that a new group of Chinese people were living in, but unfortunately they were not there. We left some literature and contact information with a local family at a restaurant that said they would pass it along to the Chinese workers.
Chinese House |
This town was almost in the Oriente (jungle) about 2 ½ hours
from Mendez (where I harvested cacao last trip). We got to see quite a few
interesting sites including this playful monkey:
But we had still not been about to speak with a Chinese
person and it was now after 3 pm. I’m pretty sure that all five of us in the car
group were praying so hard to speak with just one Chinese person. We were so far out that we did not have any
cell service, so we could not communicate with the other two car groups. We
decided to head back to Taday, assuming that they had found the Chinese there
that we had missed. Upon arrival we asked a different set of people where there
were Chinese and they directed us to this house:
Liao |
It had signs up in Chinese Characters so we knew that we had
come to the right place. As we were parking the car, a Chinese man came out!
Jehovah had answered our prayer! But he wasn’t done. We walked up to the house,
because that man didn’t really want to talk to us at first, and as we were
standing at the door knocking, a truck pulled up with 4 more Chinese people. One
was dressed in a military uniform and was pretty wary of us, but a
younger man name Liao (from Hunnan) and an older man Wu (from Beijing) both
listened as Paola and Fernanda witnessed to them. I tried to take a discreet
photo, but after talking for about 10 minutes everyone pulled out their cameras
and even the military man had us pose for pictures with a smile on his face. We are sure that Jehovah had directed us there at that time
(4:30-5:00) because we later learned that the other group had also stopped at
that house, but only found the interpreter at home.
3 comments:
I'm really enjoying the blog girls! I have to admit that I'm a tiny bit jealous :-) but am truly happy that you are able to have this experience and witness Jehovah's spirit in action! Keep the stories coming!!!
WOOAH i never got to wear pants in service there? Maybe i should try chinese haha
You should try it! Haha. Although, it's just on special occasions. ;-)
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