El Salvador to Honduras. Border crossings three and four.

Good morning!
Mauricio who patrolled the corridors last night and kept us safe with his 'umbrella'.




An early morning encounter with a school cross country run. It is 33deg C. Whoever dreamed up this activity?
It did get me thinking about persistence and endurance.
And reminded me of my time teaching on Niue when the school day also started at 7.30am.








On the road shoulders corn in various stages is drying.




The kernels are swept up each afternoon and spread out again tomorrow until they are dry.
















The corn is being transformed. So am I.
I am out on the road each day and swept up into a place to sleep at night.
Romans 12:2 Don't be conformed to the patterns of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your minds so that you can figure out what God's will is—what is good and pleasing and mature.
In an earlier blog I mentioned that obviously I need a long journey for the ongoing transformation process.
Later in the day we faced an ethical dilemma about dealing with corruption.




People along the way. This man keeps the petrol station safe.








We are at the Honduras border. I meet this warm hearted woman...




Bagging up red beans...




And wearing a beautiful apron.




Border scenes... While we wait, and wait...








These players are part of our ethical dilemma. How do you deal with the competing demands of getting across the border in reasonable time with 'assistance' and the alternative which involves spending hours and hours going through the process unaided. An hour or so later the conversation became threatening. Dick managed the standoff very well. They blinked first.




And we we safely on the road again. Blue skies, lush bush.




And a cattle beast without a care in the world.





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