Alpine Service
This morning Carol, her sister Linda, and I went in the public ministry together. Other attendees at the service group had arrangements so the three of us flagged a taxi to our territory. We knew it was on the side of a mountain so the strategy was to have the taxi take us to an upper area so we could work our way down without excessive hill climbing. No, that didn't work.
According to our territory map the streets we encountered were inaccurate. Consulting Google Maps on my handy iphone confirmed that while our territory map did contain an occasional street name indicating we were in the right area, its configuration was clearly of a different persuasion. When a local taxi driver cannot figure out what is on your territory map you know you're in trouble.
Locating one key street, we disembarked with what we thought was a plan. We'd work a cross street then
continue working the first downhill street we found. Except every corner led to an uphill street. Oh, the downhills had to be out there somewhere but where?
The following photo, by Linda, shows Carol walking toward me as I persevere with Google Maps trying to figure out where in the world we are. We called on homes but who knows where?
In case the above photo makes you wonder if I was thinking bad thoughts about the brother who gave us this territory, I assure you it only looks that way.
Eventually the heat, hills, and huffing got to us, to me anyway, and we about-faced and descended to a place that served lemonade hardly fast enough ...
Late afternoon found us enjoying the restorative power of the pool. Louey the Lizard padded by and, since I enjoy his running style, I followed after him swiftly to catch it on video ....
And that was the day that was.
According to our territory map the streets we encountered were inaccurate. Consulting Google Maps on my handy iphone confirmed that while our territory map did contain an occasional street name indicating we were in the right area, its configuration was clearly of a different persuasion. When a local taxi driver cannot figure out what is on your territory map you know you're in trouble.
Locating one key street, we disembarked with what we thought was a plan. We'd work a cross street then
continue working the first downhill street we found. Except every corner led to an uphill street. Oh, the downhills had to be out there somewhere but where?
Notice the ribs in the pavement so,
should you fall, you get a free
massage on the way down.
The following photo, by Linda, shows Carol walking toward me as I persevere with Google Maps trying to figure out where in the world we are. We called on homes but who knows where?
Guess if the road at the corner went uphill or downhill.
Photo by Carol. The 30 degree incline of
the road is hardly apparent in this photo
but the pavement ribs tell the story.
In case the above photo makes you wonder if I was thinking bad thoughts about the brother who gave us this territory, I assure you it only looks that way.
Eventually the heat, hills, and huffing got to us, to me anyway, and we about-faced and descended to a place that served lemonade hardly fast enough ...
Re-hydrated.
Late afternoon found us enjoying the restorative power of the pool. Louey the Lizard padded by and, since I enjoy his running style, I followed after him swiftly to catch it on video ....
And that was the day that was.
Hey Edwin, we were in Colonia Zapata. The photos don't really show how treacherous the terrain was and the dead rat, etc. I almost stepped on.😱 I think next time Linda and I want to work in Golondrinas please, just for a change.
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