Macro Life 2

Here's a few more pics from my little camera walk in Long Alango and Long Pujungan last week.

Macro Life 1

Boo!

Last week I was in Long Pujungan and Long Alango waiting for some passengers.  I happened to have my camera along, AND my 100mm f2.8L IS USM Macro Lens.  So, my new-found little Indonesian buddies and I (there's always a group of kids following me around everywhere, especially when I have the camera) decided to look for some "macro life."  Those little guys were a great help, finding and pointing out all kinds of insects and flowers right there near my airplane.  We had a blast!

I'll do a couple of posts giving you a "snapshot" of just a few of the things we saw, all within a few hundred feet of the parked airplane and during a fairly short time span.  Isn't God amazing?!

Bupati Elections

Here's a random shot I took last week as I was waiting for some government folks to finish their business in Long Alango.  Notice the fancy, typical Dayak paintings on the walls of the gudang.

The last few weeks we've been flying lots of flights for the upcoming Bupati elections in the Apokayan region.  As I mentioned a few weeks ago, the current Bupati has reached his term-limit and so a new one will have to be elected.  It's a high and respected government position, just below the governor, and they take it pretty serious.  I've flown all of the leading contenders, often to the same villages on the same day, or within a day of each other, as they campaign.  Here I am in Long Pujungan with Pak Yansen, one of the candidates.

And here, a few days later, also in Long Pujungan with Pak Djalung, another leading contender.

Here's a few random shots from Long Pujungan that I snapped while going to/from the rally.

Joy's Birthday was on January 9th.  The kids and I made brownies (from a mix--thanks Beth), and ice cream for her, since I don't know how to make a cake.  The other MAF gals on the program had done some nice stuff for Joy, so we kept it simple on her birthday.

One of the "blessings" of living here are the rats.  Lots of rats!  I've probably trapped and/or shot a few dozen since we've moved here.  We've had one in our kitchen (shot that one).  We've had many running across our ceiling when we're trying to sleep...often being chased by a tomcat.  This usually lasts for 15 to 30 minutes--running, thumping, scratching sounds, before ending with a loud agonizing squeal.  But one thing we haven't had yet is a rat in the toilet.  Our friends, Chris and Sarah, did just last week.  In fact, it played peek-a-boo with them for several days causing them much consternation and annoyance before coming to an exciting end.  (After we finally got it to come out of the toilet I caught it with my gloved hand.  20 minutes after this picture was taken it was in the belly of Britton's pet Python!

To read more about "The rat Saga", you can check out Chris's facebook story here, or get Sarah's initial reactions at her blog here.  I'm sure they didn't think it was funny at the time (probably still don't.)  But it's actually a pretty hilarious story--as long as it doesn't happen to us! :)

New Years in the Villages

As I mentioned, we spent three days over New Years in two villages in the Krayan region of Kalimantan.  It's always fun to get the family out of Tarakan and into the country!  Below, some water buffalo wallow in the muddy water in the foreground, while beyond, rice fields stand ready for harvest.

On New Years Eve we went into the village of PaUpan (below).  There were three families and a single guy that made up our little (actually rather large) MAF team this time.  We took two airplanes, a Cessna Turbo 206 and the Grand Caravan.

The next day we flew over to Buduk Kubul (pictured below, but on a different occasion).  The Caravan can not land here--it's way to short and marginal, so I had to fly my family there and drop them off in the 206, and then make two shuttle runs to Long Bawan where they parked the caravan, (five minutes away by air) to bring the rest of the MAF folks into the village.

This time I brought my RC airplane along.  It was a HUGE hit with everyone.  They've never seen anything like it...an airplane flying aerobatics and doing wild landings--even crash-landings.   We even had a little guy with a parachute that I could drop from way up above.  It's a good thing I don't fly the real plane like I fly this one.  But the kids absolutely loved it!  All the parents and older folks were also watching from their houses.  It was a lot of fun!

Of course, it rained, and rained, and rained and then it really started to rain!  When was the last time you or your kids played in the rain at 6:00 pm on New Years Eve?  

 

Of course, there's no running water in the villages...well, let me say that differently.  There is water continually running from the mountain springs (freezing cold) that fills buckets or drums--but it's not what we would define as "running water".  To get all that mud off, you simply use the dipper and dump it all over yourself.  It's seriously freezing cold--especially for the kiddos.  They're used to the hot temperatures and warm water in Tarakan, but this is up in the mountains where it's a lot cooler.  It feels like ice water!

One of the things we seemingly do non-stop in the villages is EAT!  These dear people have so little and yet give so generously.  They never just put out one or two bowls or plates of anything.  It's always laid out in a big spread, and we always seem to gain a few pounds while we're there.  Here, Hannah was hanging out with the Ibus in the kitchen where they were cooking.  They can't seem to get enough of her.

And this is how they cook.  Everything is prepared over fires, on baked-clay ovens that they make themselves.  It's amazing how much work it is, but they're so good at it!

Of course, one of the main reasons we went in there was to encourage the Indonesian pastors and the folks in the local village church in each location.  They had multiple church services in each village to maximize the opportunities to have the MAF pilots be involved.  Unfortunately, my video projector went belly-up after seven years of use, flying around the world three times, being driven around the U.S over a combined nearly 20,000 miles, and going into numerous jungle villages in Borneo (I guess it did pretty well considering.)  But I was able to borrow a projector so I could show films in the evenings.  That is always a HUGE event, with everyone in the village showing up--and a great opportunity for me to share some words.

Joy and the other two wives did a Sunday School class with all the kids in Buduk Kubul on Sunday morning (the parachute is part of that), and then our program manager preached in the morning service.  Afterwards, they killed yet another pig and gave each of us a HUGE slab of solid pig fat--the "best" part, in a show of appreciation.

Did I mention it was cold?  I haven't seen long sleeves or pants on any of my kids since we left the U.S. to return here a year ago.  But Tanner and Tyler were freezing (to keep it in perspective, we're talking temperatures probably in the 60's and 70's--maybe not cold to you, but...) so they were loving the little hooded sweatshirts we almost left in America.

As usual, it was an overwhelming and exhausting time, but very good all the same.  The people are so appreciative of the ministry of MAF, and absolutely love it when we take the time to come in and stay with them overnight.  We usually talk and eat and drink and have church services seemingly non-stop, but it's a huge encouragement to the local pastors and their families and the communities.

The airstrip in Buduk Kubul (below) is very scenic.  But it can also be quite intimidating on landing.  It goes straight into the face of a steep mountain.  Behind the one that you can see below, is another one that rises several thousand feet.  When you're out there on mid-final, you're committed to land, b/c there's no way you could turn or climb to avoid the mountains.  And as you can see, they have a lot of water buffalo roaming around there.

Finally, here's a picture of the rice, ready to harvest in Buduk Kubul.  They're known for having some of the best rice in Asia--probably the world.  And I just thought you might like to see what it looks like right before it's cut.  Can you find the grasshopper-looking bug thing?

This week, among MANY other things, I also flew 400 baby chickens to a far-away village as a future meat source, four different national pastors to locations of their ministry, a government entourage campaigning for an upcoming election, numerous school children of all ages from their home villages to larger villages that have a school, and six medevac patients.  Twice this week I had to pick up two patients in the same load, because no one else was available to fly and they were too critical to wait for me to return (we have a lot of planes down for maintenance right now.)  

For example, yesterday I had two young men, both laying down in the plane, very week and unable to walk, both with IV's, and each one had a family member along.  It was a full planeload!  All of these medical flights were critical, with some being the result of motorcycle accidents, another the result of continual bleeding from the mouth and nose for four days, another suffering from severe, unknown stomach issues, and on and on.  Without MAF, most of these patients probably would have died!  Right now, they're all being treated in the Tarakan hospital, and at least stand a good chance of recovering.  Isn't it awesome to be a part of something like this?!