Once we had loaded all our bags on the two vans, we headed straight to Entoto Mountain for Mesfin's feeding program, Endihnew Hope . I had experienced this last year and was excited to return.
Brock and Temeche were buddies from the beginning!
It took all of about 30 seconds for a soccer game and volleyball game to get started. Jimmy plays volleyball so he jumped right in!
Temeche was certainly happy to be playing soccer with the kids and adults.
Making new friends.
The little boy looking up at Brock was so funny. Brock had a pen in his pocket from the airplane. He was showing the little boy that it wrote by writing on his own arm. When Brock wrote on the little boy's arm, it didn't show up. So the little boy started drawing all over Brock's arm. He would draw some, then look at up Brock and grin. :)
More new friends...
Getting down on their level...
After playing soccer (football) and volleyball for an hour or so, we headed to where the food was being prepared.
Each of our team members introduced ourselves to all the children.
They had a game so Lincoln and Jimmy were good sports playing it.
Unknowingly to them, they were blowing flour all over each other.
The kids laughed and laughed at the flour game.
Lunch was ready so we made "the line" to pass the plates.
The younger children were fed in one room while the older children waited their turn in another room.
One of the most exciting parts of the trip was seeing this building. A year ago this was just a plot of land. Today, this is almost ready to open as the first health clinic on Entoto Mountain. I stood in amazement and thankfulness at how the Lord provided the money for this building. The beautiful people of Entoto Mountain will have access to medical care where it wasn't within their reach prior to this clinic.
We stopped for lunch at Yaya African Village. By this time I was feeling the lack of sleep. I didn't take any photos but Brock took this one as we were loading the vans. He was impressed with the size of this tortoise.
After lunch we headed to one of the Hope 4 the Hopeless orphanages. It's out in the countryside near Sululta. We didn't stay long because it started raining (a daily occurrence) but we did leave some shoes and clothes with them.
"They're in the black bag."
When all the bags are black, it's easier to climb up the van myself to find the right one! The boys watching were certain I was going to fall!
The young men and women at Sululta are always so friendly and gracious. I knew a boy living in Tennessee still had a brother at the orphanage so I went looking for him.
The foosball table was a big hit with boys from both continents!
The children at Sululta are mostly older. We went back our last day so I'll share more about them on that post.
Most of us slept on the hour ride to the guest house. We unloaded the vans, had dinner, did a little unpacking, then crashed for the night. No one had to force any of us to bed!
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