Saturday is Georgette's cleaning day, so Bob and I had to vacate the premises. We went to PriceSmart to purchase groceries for a delivery run this week. It was mainly a bunch of cereal and some coffee; things we can't get at the market.
In the afternoon we went to go purchase some diesel. Bob has a pretty neat truck that he hauls water and groceries on. It is a Kia with an 85 hp diesel engine. Apparently the diesel here is pretty dirty, so it clogs up the micro filter faster than it should and costs quite a bit to fix. Bob devised a system wherein he fills up a 55 gallon drum with diesel, then he pumps that diesel through a filter and into another drum, lets any filth that made it through settle at the bottom of the barrel and then pumps it back through the filter into the truck's fuel tank. So he should end up with much cleaner fuel and a truck that runs a lot longer.
On Saturday evenings Bob joins a fellow named Mark for street ministry. I went and observed.
Sunday was church. It is a Bilingual church in the tourist town of Antigua. The preacher preaches in English and then the translator translates into English.
After church we went to the Antigua market. A lot of the people there sell the same things, but some have some unique items. There is a man who paints in his shop and makes a pretty good amount from his work. Some people sell bootlegged copies of movies that are still in theatres in the states. I considered purchasing some of those movies (it is perfectly legal here) but decided not to when I thought about the fact that I will not be here for that long and I do not know what customs would say if I brought them back across the boarder.
There are some obvious differences about this country. Things that you pick up on pretty quick. In the states we worry so much about children when driving that we make all sorts of laws about how parents can transport their own children from place to place. Down here, though, they do not have the luxury of putting their children in a car seat until they reach 8 years old. Many of them do not have the luxury of even having cars. Some of them are lucky to ride motor cycles. I have seen a family on a single motorcycle; Dad drives, Mom takes up the rear and the child either rides in front of Dad or in between her parents. I have heard a story of a man who takes his two girls to school everyday on a motorcycle because that is what he has.
That's it for now. It is sleepy time.