19. Y Finalmente...

A BIG THANK YOU TO ALL WHO HAVE FOLLOWED MY JOURNAL! It´s been great to know you've been praying! This will be the final blog...

The final full day is here! But Señor Montezuma doesn't know that... so we pop out for some Gatorade. It settles the tummy apparently.

Then Ronnie arrives, we have a chat and then prayer, before heading out to a couple of nice spots in Arequipa. The final day of the tourist.

The first stop is to Sachaca, where there is "El Mirador de Sachacha," (The view point of Sachara). This tall white building is basically a look out tower. We pay 1 Sol, and climb the steps. It´s high up! I am ok with heights, but sometimes get a bit nervous.

You can see the whole city of Arequipa from here. There was a nice panoramic photo on the web, but it was too big to upload, so you'll have to make do with this...

It's a shame, but there is always a smog over the city, so Misti is rather shrouded in cloud. Still, it´s a great view. We laugh about what would happen if there were "Tremores," (quakes). Ronnie shows me various landmarks in the city, before we head back down. We pass a large white statue of Christ. Ronnie and I agree that we prefer the living Lord, not this idol!

Then we head through the city, close to the church building in Simon Bolivar, before heading out about 5 km to Yumina, where there are the best preserved Incan Terraces in the South of Peru. They are incredible. We can make out the water canals, down the mountains, which the Incas built, and which are still used today by all the farmers. The Incas were clever chaps! It´s just a shame about the human sacrifices, idolatry and general hunger for power.

Then we travel a bit further to the source of the water... springs from the mountains. There must be underground water in various places in this dry landscape. When it surfaces, there are green terraces and human life. Apart from water, there is almost nothing! "I am the water of life..." says our Lord. Without Christ, we perish... in this life, and the life to come.

We arrive at the springs. This was where the church baptized believers before they had their own baptistry! The river is dammed by stones, to make a deeper area, suitable for baptisms. There are a couple of tourists on mountain bikes there. They probably have no idea that the same cool water running through their toes, is the same that symbolised new life in Christ for some of these Peruvian Christians.

Back home now. Travelling through much of Arequipa is tiring, and most of the city is noisy, dirty and hot. But there are some beautiful buildings, plazas and magnificent countryside, if you know where to look.

Not much else to say. There are so many amazing memories, and lots of lovely Christians to remember! We are out at 4pm to visit, then back home, early to bed, etc... .

See you in sunny (low altitude, clean water, no dust, green) Southport!

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18. Tourist shopping...

This morning we were invited to Alfredo & Susana's house for breakfast. We enjoyed a medium spicy piece of pork, in a rich sauce, with onions, chilli and seasoning. It was a very costly dish for them, as Alfredo is often without work. Another example of the love these people have for others.

After a bus trip home, we took a taxi into the town centre to buy some presents. As the weeks have gone by, my list has got longer... although SORRY IF YOU DON´T GET A PRESENT... there's only so many things a tourist can buy! (It´s my family and Pastor Stu's family only!)

I can't give away too many details in public, in case it spoils the surprise, but one present caused a bit of consternation later on. The girl in the shop persuaded me that the present was traditional Peruvian, and it certainly does LOOK THE PART. But she could only give us hasty instructions, which when we got home were not sufficient. I think "traditional peruvian" could be translated, "here comes another Gringo lads!" Still, I like the gift, and we're pretty sure we've got it right in the end!

The only problem now is... how on earth will I fit all these in my suitcase?

Tuesday is my final full day. The combi is still at the garage... this is costing quite a bit in taxi fares. It is likely we shall take the day easy. I have been invited to see some of the church members at around 4pm. We are going to ask not to have any food, as Mr Montezuma has been hovering.

The family I am visiting is a mother and daughter, who were linked to our Kids through the Sunday School several years ago now, Mayra is the daughter's name, and her mum is called Paty. When we first were put in touch, the Father was around too, but sadly, the relationship has broken down, leaving just Paty & Mayra. They have not been attending the church recently, and Anthony is concerned for them spiritually. Please pray that I will be able to help, and that this will be an open door for Anthony to encourage them to come back regularly to the church.

After that, (in poetic verse):

early to bed,

early to rise,

and hopefully at 7.55am (1.55pm UK time)

into the air my Peruvian Airlines Plane flies!

I think that scans ok?!

A

17. The photos on this blog...

Just to be clear - ALMOST all the photos on this blog are from the internet! They are not ones taken by me, as my camera card won't fit onto Anthony's PC.

The only pics that are taken by Anthony are the ones I mentioned about the Colca Valley.

I mention this because 1 or 2 folks were worried at the picture of the crash (previous entry, no.16)

NO. It was just a picture of a crash that I found. I think I googled "car crash arequipa" and this was the "best" one that Google showed me.

I have tried to make the photos "match" what I'm talking about. So the volcano is Misti, and the picture of the earth (no.16) is actually the same earth we live on ;-) It's just that they were taken by somebody other than me! When I get home, I hope to put a powerpoint together with some of my own photos. As they say in the films, "Any similarities to genuine persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental!"

THANKS TO ALL WHO ARE READING - IT'S GOOD TO KNOW FOLKS ARE ENJOYING...

PS. The gentleman above is not based on anyone at Grace Baptist Church, Southport!!

PPS. Well done if you spotted my mathematics mistake in post 16. It's 46, not 46,000! Quite a difference. I wonder if Maciek will make that mistake in reverse with my salary next month...

C U SOON

A

16. 46 times round the earth in a taxi!!!

Last night I rode in a taxi that has been 46 times round the earth!! It belongs to Adolpho, a dear Christian man in the church. His taxi has done 600,000 km!!! True!! He has been taking us places whilst the combi is out of action. I hope he has changed the tyres in that time. I look at them, and see quite a lot of tread. Phew! These must be new (ish!)

It is certainly never dull in a taxi around Arequipa. Adolpho clearly believes his life is safe in the Lord´s hands! We drive across junctions, over bumps, round roundabouts with carefree joy and conversation. A few narrow misses barely make any difference to his joyful chatting and laughing! All the time Roxy, Mellie and I (in the back) are smiling and praying that the Lord would truly keep us!!

Seriously though, Taxi drivers barely scrape a living out of this work. After fuel and registration costs, they may take home only 30 Soles ( 8 Pounds ) per day!! He probably has never handled a 200 Sole note (about 50 Pounds) like the picture. But it is work.

Adolpho will begin work at about 5am and work until 8 or 9 pm. He has been driving for 10 years (with breaks of course!), to help pay for his daughter's education. And yet, he is a beautiful example of a joyful Christian. He is kind, generous and would gladly help us in any way he could. He does not expect payment, although Anthony persuades him to recieve a fare from us each time.

The church is full of people like this. Most are poor, having very little prospects so far as this material world is concerned. But they are full of joy, kindness, generosity and love. The answer is obvious: they have experienced the amazing love of the Lord Jesus Christ, who forgives their sin, meets all their needs, and promises them eternal bliss with him forever! We in the west can learn so much from these dear Christians.

The evangelistic meal went very well last night. In total there were probably about 85 people there, around 1 third were new to the church. After hymns and an evangelistic message, there were games, and a free meal. Preaching in English, with Anthony translating, is not easy, but we got into our stride. It is a very different way of preaching. You have to keep brief sentences, and discipline yourself to pause regularly. But the Lord will bless the preaching of his word.

The food here is filling, and often tasty, but I went to bed thinking of the Monty Python sketch about Spam. "Spam and eggs, Spam and chips, Spam and Spam... etc." Only change spam for "Potato and Rice!" You get the picture. Mr Montezuma pays me a visit today, so that is one reason I am looking forward to being home, to have a settled tummy. Oh yes, and some spam fritters.

This morning I preached at the church with Anthony translating. My theme was, "Is it worth following Jesus?" The text was John 19, where Jesus sees Mary and John at the foot of the cross. Is it worth following Jesus? Yes... because...

1. He is the Saviour who sees our sorrows!

2. He is the Saviour who meets our needs!

3. He is the Saviour who forgives our sins!

Anthony and Roxy felt the message was well suited to the folks, many of whom face hardships because they are following the Lord, on top of the problems they face being poor and Peruvian.

Alfredo led a time of singing before hand. He is clearly a gifted man, whom Anthony feels may soon be preaching and possibly the Lord may use in Ministry. Anthony is praying and waiting for Alfredo to hear that call himself.

Afterwards, Ronnie called me up, to give me a beautiful present from the church, six place mats, of various Peruvian animals, hand stitched on a black background. The folks here are so generous. Lots of folks ask when I will come back? I say, I don´t know, and that there are probably others who will be in the queue before me for the next visit!! It has been such a blessing being here. Took lots of photos. Sorry I cannot put them on the website yet, due to my camera's memory card being the wrong size.

This afternoon, all the family are coming over to celebrate Anthony's birthday. It is actually tomorrow, but everyone will be working. Actually, whilst coming to church this morning, Roxy´s sister Miriamme, and her husband Julio were involved in a nasty car crash. They were driving along a main road, when a bus pulled out in front of them. Their car may well be a write-off. Julio's face was swollen and he had a cut lip, but thankfully, no serious injuries. It serves as a reminder. Anthony thinks that part of the main road is always dangerous... and then he reminds me it is the road we travel on to get to the Airport on Wednesday!

Tomorrow, Alfredo and his wife have invited us for breakfast. And another sister invited us for evening meal on Tuesday. In between these I have to fit some final present shopping into my busy schedule. Plus some siestas...

Well, got to go, lunch is served...

15. Money, Deodorant & Providence

Ah... Saturday mornings! Lazy start, no school, no rush... fantastico! (Yes, a real Spanish word, can you guess what it means?) Anyway, about yesterday.

Anthony and I needed to go to town. I needed money, Anthony needed to buy some reading glasses for himself and for Lucretia, who struggles to read her Bible.

Getting money from the bank cashpoint machine was supposed to be easy, but in the end it was impossible. We couldn´t work out why. It all seemed to be going smoothly but nothing happened. Hmmmm...

So we went to the pharmacy, "Inka Farma," where there was one of those stand alone machines. It was easy.

Then we walked to "una casa de cambio," literally "a house of change," that's a "bureau de change" to you and me. Anthony likes this one because you can stand further back in the shop, out of sight of potential robbers. You can change dollars into Soles with money changers on the streets, but that is not recommended. Now with our Soles burning a hole in our pockets, 2 boys set off to spend their pocket money.

Anthony was able to get his 2 pairs of reading glasses, and I got toothpaste, deodorant and Listerine mouthwash. (Eating foreign food does make a few changes to one's breath!!)

And before you all say, "Ugh... 10 days with no deodorant..." don´t panic! I have a deo stick but it doesn´t smell of much, and sometimes, well, how can I put it? In a warm climate, it´s nice to have a bit of smelly spray too!! So now I have a spray that looks like "Lynx," except it´s called, "Axe!" (Muy Macho, no?) The Peruvian adverts suggest that Axe has the same effect on young women in Peru, as Lynx does in the UK. Oh dear, and I thought it was just robbers I needed to worry about!!!!

You can actually buy just about anything you want in Arequipa, if you have the money. It´s got all the gadgets and gizmo's we associate with modern life, and the mobile phone is slowly invading Peru also. (We could even get a signal in the Colca Valley at 4000 metres!) Oh yes, and the accursed Facebook too, but don´t get me started on that one, eh Liz?

Finally, we went to the Post Office (el correo) to check Anthony's post box. The address in the church address book is actually their post office box in Arequipa. Thinking about it, I put that as the address I would be staying on my Peruvian Immigration Form! I wonder if any immigration officers read that and thought, "How can this Gringo sleep in a Post Office Box!?" It would have made an interesting conversation at the Airport. Anyway...

Back home in a taxi, to spend several hours preparing for Sat and Sun mtgs. Then Ant & Roxy went to Villa Majesterial to take the kid´s mtg. Talking later, we realise it is in the Lord´s providence that the combi vehicle is out of action. A&R were driven there by Adolpho in his tiny taxi. It turns out that the road was only wide enough for a taxi, as they are still digging ditches and piling up stones! If they had driven there in the combi, they would not be able to get to Lucretia's house and would have had to cancel the mtg. As it was, the Lord knew what he was doing... as always.

4.30pm Ronnie collects me and takes me to the Ladies' Mtg. Ronny & Rocio run this at 5pm each Friday. About 15 ladies with a few kids are sitting round, knitting carrots, strawberries and panda bears out of wool. They are chatting and enjoying themselves. At 5.30pm we enter the church main area, where Sabina leads a time of singing, then Ronnie preaches for about 20 minutes on the perfect work of Christ from 2. Corinthians 5v21 "God made him who knew no sin, to be sin for us, that we might become the righteousness of God, in him."

Afterwards, we had a meal. I had my first "papa rellena." It´s basically mash potato, shaped to look like a potato, but stuffed with meat, peas, carrots, olives... It is then baked in the oven so it goes a pale brown. Yum! Ronnie gave me some sauce which he said was "a little hot." It nearly blew the top of my head off!!!

The ladies' group used to be larger, but since the group has been smaller, the number of people coming through to the church on Sunday has actually gone up. Recently, 3 new families have come as a result of this Friday outreach. To paraphrase, "Man looks for big numbers, but God looks at the heart."

When the mtg was over, several of the men came and we took an hour to set up chairs and tables to seat 101 people (so far that is how many want to come to Saturday´s evangelistic banquet!) On the way home, Ronnie dropped by the house of a poor lady in the church, to give her some of the food. We chatted about the economic crisis, the UK and the countries within it. I gave Rocio lessons in how to pronounce "Thank You." (They have no "th" sound in Peru, so they have to learn biting their tongue, to say it. We had a laugh.)

It's now 8.35am and we´ve had bacon, egg and mushroom for breakfast. It´s a hard life. I wonder if Mr. Montezuma approves? And I was wrong about no school for Mellie! She has another practice for a dance/presentation that is due in a few weeks, so Ant is taking her to school as I finish this. She seems keen.

I don´t mind telling you that I'm missing home, Jules and the family. Still, I fly to Lima on Wednesday morning, and then via Amsterdam, to arrive in Manchester around 5.25pm on Thursday evening, God willing. Not long now.

Well, off I go, smelling of "Axe," and with a mouth full of fresh breath, to see what the day will bring forth. We are still waiting for el mechanico to phone about the vehicle. Ho hum...

14. Open Air

Ronnie collected us at 10.25am and we drove into the centre of Arequipa, in a terrace area next to the Ministry of Justice buildings. We parked close by and carried the board and tracts across. There were lots of people milling about buying, selling, chatting, watching and eating. The noise from some loudspeakers close by is quite distracting, but Ronnie and Anthony do not seem daunted by it. Today one of the church members is with us, Justino. But Adolpho and Afredo are both working and cannot make it today.

Ronnie begins with a mathematical problem, asking folks to choose numbers from a 6x6 grid. In the bottom corner is the number "111" written in red. As the people choose numbers, it turns out they add up to 111. It´s one of those maths tricks that always works and it gets people interested. Ronnie then introduces Anthony by saying that there is a problem to which nobody seems to have the answer... he then hands over to Anthony who preaches for about 12 minutes:

The problem, of course, is death. Who has the answer? Young, old, male and female... all die. And then what? And why do we die?

About a dozen people mill about listening, as well as probably another 20 or so sitting around.

Anthony speaks of sin, death, judgment, and the reality of hell ("el infierno"). Then he speaks of Christ, his sinless life and sacrificial death for sinners and his call for sinners to turn from sin and trust solely in him. We don´t need priests, religion, churches, idols or anything else, except a trust in the Lord Jesus Christ as our only Saviour.

Afterwards, we give out tracts to about 40 people. Anthony chats for a long time with a young man, who listened intently and is seeking God. I speak with an older man, and am able to ask him what he thinks about the message, does he have a Bible and then to repeat that we are saved, solely through faith in the Lord Jesus alone. (I guess reading my Spanish Bible has helped a bit here to get a few more words!) Anthony reminds us all that the Lord has his elect in every city, and when they hear the call of the Gospel, they will be born again and saved!! Press on!

Then to Ronnie and Rocio´s apartment for a nice meal. My tummy hasn´t been great, so they give me just a small portion. Rice, chicken and potato. The chicken is lovely. I wish I could eat more, but that would be foolish.

Roxy arrives too and we all eat and chat together. Well... Ant, Rox, Ronnie and Rocio chat mostly... I listen and try to get the gist of the conversation. Everyone talks faster in conversations than when they are preaching. Ronnie is easier to understand when he preaches, as he speaks a bit more clearly and slowly.

Ronnie brings Roxy and I back home, while Anthony takes a 5 minute detour to the garage. The combi vehicle is still there and nothing has been done. It may not be ready even for Saturday, possibly Monday!!! This seems typical. The garage does not have all the equipment and expertise to analyse the engine properly, so other mechanics are needed. This takes time and is frustrating, since Ant really needs it for tomorrow for Villa Majesterial. Waiting seems to be a common pastime in Peru...

At the end, my head feels full of Spanish, and I am ready for a doze!

Hasta Mañana Amigos!

A

13. A small (and easy?) puzzle for you all...

Hello all! Thanks for your prayers.

Puzzle: Can you work out from this picture how I am feeling today?

Sorry, no prizes, but when you work it out, prayer appreciated!

It´s 9.50am and we are due to do open air evangelism in Arequipa centre at 11.00am. Then on to Ronnie and Rocio's for lunch. They are a lovely couple: loving the Lord, and serving him here. How do you say, "Thanks, but just a little food please!"

Trust all well in UK?

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12. Thank you, Lord!

This morning started well... until Anthony began driving Mellie to school. The vehicle died on him after about 50 yards and refused to start again.

We all said, "Thank you, Lord", that this didn´t happen on the way back from Colca. It was about 370 km from Chivay to Arequipa, and in that time, we passed through 1 little village, and saw about 3 "sos telefonos!" We all were grateful that the Lord kept the car alive until today! People rarely stop on the roads to help others, because they are scared of being robbed. (PS. the ca

r in this picture is brand new. Anthony´s is about 10 years old. The only thing they have in common is the colour.)

So plans were revised slightly, as Ant called el mechanico, who arrived an hour later and towed the vehicle to the garage. It´s been there all day, and they still don´t know what the problem is.

Ant and Roxy went into town in the morning, as I was using the time to prepare for preaching on Saturday and Sunday. The church have arranged an evangelistic meal, and expect around 50 visitors, most of whom do not know the Lord as their own personal Saviour. I need to cut down my sermon by about 30 percent, since Anthony will be translating. It´s not that easy, but the Lord helped. I think I will preach an amended version of my sermon on "I am the Lord who rescued you out of the land of slavery... you shall have no other gods before me."

The big problem here is that people here have a false view of God. They are told that God is too strict, or distant to talk to. Because of this, you need Mary´s help to intercede for you, even to Jesus to listen to you. It´s awful. Even the taxi drivers have images of the virgin, presumably to keep them safe on the roads. For decades, the people have been fed a diet of almost no bible and a lot of tradition. They have a picture of God the Father, and the Lord Jesus, that is almost blasphemous... they see God as hard and unloving, and Jesus isn´t much better. How sad... since Jesus wept over Jerusalem when they would not come to him, and the Father loved the world by sending his precious Son to die for sinners! Jesus died to save us, even though our own treacherous hearts lust after any other god but the real God. In Arequipa, it´s false religion, but in the UK it probably money, family, health or comfort. The human heart needs the be healed by God.

In the evening, Ant and I caught a taxi to prayer meeting. We chatted about the risks of taxis for tourists, especially travelling alone. There are robberies and even rapes if people do not use the licensed taxis. When I was collected from the airport, Ant got a taxi from inside the airport zone. These are licenced, and more expensive. But many leave the airport security zone to get cheaper, unlicenced taxis and then problems can begin. Ant and Roxy were nearly robbed once in Mocegua, but when they realised what was about to happen, they just opened the doors and sped away. The Lord kept them safe.

Anyway, we got to prayer mtg safe and sound. There was Ronnie and Rocio, watering the small trees in the church grounds, as well as the dirt at the front of the building! Why? They are hopeful that eventually some grass will grow there. Well... maybe... it may need a lot of prayer! We shall see.

Looking through the hymn book, I recognise a few translations from English. "Un Castillo Forte es neustros Dios," (a Mighty Fortress is our God) was just one of them. We sang 2 chorus´s before Ronnie spoke from Hebrews 10. He spoke passionately about the Lord´s one and forever sacrifice for sins, his being seated in heaven having finished his saving work, and his waiting until all his enemies shall be a footstool under his feet! Amen! Come Lord Jesus! Then we broke into pairs and prayed for the needs of the church, etc...

The church is such a lovely collection of believers. They come from various ages and stages, but they clearly love the Lord, they love Anthony and Ronnie, and the love each other. It´s such a privilege praying with the Lord´s people. Of course, Grace @ Southport too will be asleep, having prayed together. I trust you all knew the Lord´s help in your prayers together.

Can´t believe that this time next week I will be on a plane bound from Lima to Schipol!! (Lord willing.)

Tomorrow is open air evangelism and then lunch at Ronnie and Rocio´s. The car may or may not be fixed. Anthony is considering selling it, as this is the 2nd time it has died like this. He certainly doesn´t want to be in the middle of nowhere when it happens again!

Adios Hermanos!

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11. A few pics

Some photos taken by Anthony...

1. A view down the Colca Valley

2. Condors...

3. At the top of the world... 4800 metres...

4. Peruvian girl and pet Llama...

5. Anthony & his pet Eagle...

10. Condors & Colca Canyon

This will just be a brief one! Colca Canyon is incredible - dirt roads high up the side of rather nerve wracking drops. Driving through a dark, dusty tunnel at one part. Seeing Inca terraces and tombs, over 600 years old. (The terraces are all still used for farming today.) Then getting close to vultures with a 2.5 metre wingspan. Phew!!

Then we drove back to Chivay (1.5 hours) before having lunch there, and driving home (4 hours). Very dusty and tired.

A few photos from the web to give you an idea...

(left) Tourists peering over the edge of the abyss to see the Condors

(right) Inca Terraces...

Below... the cliffs near the Condors. It's hard to see, but it's about 3000 metres down to the bottom... that's twice as deep as the Grand Canyon!! When you peer over the edge, you want to hold the wall tightly!

All in all a great 2 days, but I'm very glad to be back home... tired...

Tomorrow will be Wednesday. Jobs and preparation for Sunday, as well as prayer meeting in the evening...

9. Vicunas, hot springs & the cold

After a light breakfast (break, butter and coca tea) we set off yesterday at 7.30am. On the way we collected Ronnie, and Walter, the husband of Arlen (one of Roxy's sisters). Walter knows the Colca Canyon well, and is our guide. Also, he has not been able to find work recently, so this was a way of Anthony helping him out too.

We soon started climbing out of Arequipa. The landscape is always pretty barren, but soon it was very barren. Just cacti and boulders everywhere - set against a pale gray/brown soil. But the mountains loom all around impressively. Soon we were at 3000 metres, where the land changes again - lots of grasses ("la pampa") make the place more attractive.

After about 2 hours, we had skirted around Misti, and then huge high level plateaus opened up. Here and there groups of Llamas, Alpacas and Vicunas wandered about. We took photos of course! Getting out at about 3500m you feel a bit dizzy and breathless, so you have to go slowly. But it was beautiful. Silence... total silence. The air is clean and fresh - a very nice change from Arequipa's dusty air. All along the way we chat (mostly in Spanish) about Peru, England, Church, Pachecuti, Incas, etc...

After a brief stop at a cafe (at the junction of 2 roads, but otherwise in the middle of nowhere) for coca tea, before the climb to the summit of the road. At every stop there are the usual groups of Peruvian ladies, in traditional dress, all selling Peruvian stuff. As soon as you look at a stall, they begin showing you things, hoping you will be one of their few customers for the day. All the products are nice quality - and reasonably priced, but I can't keep buying presents!

The other thing you notice is the temperature. It's cold. In Arequipa, you feel warm and only need a t-shirt. But here, I have a t-shirt, long-sleeved shirt and fleece jacket, and I still feel the cold.

Eventually we arrive at the summit of the road, 4800m. Wow! The vista is amazing, as you can see the 7 major volcanoes in the central Andes (including Misti). But just as amazing is the lack of air! Just standing up needs a bit more concentration and I have a slight headache. I'm glad when we make the rapid descent into Chivay, along a road that can only be described as "serpentine!" It clings to the mountain like a snake, and winds its way into the small town at the beginning of the Colca Canyon. I don't like some of those drops!

We unpack at the Hostel de David. It's basic, but cheap (£4 per person) and apparently you can find it in the Lonely Planet Guides!! We all feel sleepy (altitude again) so decide to have a nap for an hour.

Then it's off to the local attraction - the thermal springs (buying a cheap pair of shorts on the way, as I didn't bring any!) These springs are not at all how i imagined. They are several open air swimming pools, just like you would see in the UK (albiet a bit more basic), and they are filled directly from the volcanic waters that emerge from the base of the mountains. We relax there for about 2 hours, watching the tourists "zip-lining" across the canyon (most of the screaming as they do so). The picture of the pools gives some idea of the canyon's size; probably 2 or 300 metres across. We suggest Anthony could try it, but we all agree that living is a better option than jumping into the abyss on a tiny wire.

The evening wears on and after a light meal at a restaurante, we wander through the plaza. It's dark, and very cold (if i stand still, i start to shiver) but people are everywhere. Lots of dear old Peruvian ladies huddle over stoves, cooking a very nice punch (non-alcoholic). We listen to the loudspeakers in the plaza - the local Catholic church service is going on and all the prayers are relayed into the centre of town. It's all very depressing - prayers to Mary or St. John, because apparently Jesus is a bit too important for mere mortals to speak to directly. But the place is busy and folks come in and out as we watch, sipping our punch and freezing.

Time for bed! Ant and I are sharing a room - good job I'm not a Conservative Politician! Our beds each have a sheet, a thick blanket and then a spread too. But I sleep in most of my clothes and just about keep warm by putting my fleece and towel on top of me as well. I also wear my hat!! It's not very comfy. Then the band starts playing - and then the fireworks - and later some kids kicking tin cans around - and then somebody wants to get into the hostel at 1am but has lost his keys... the night wears on, but eventually I nod off...

8. Elvis, Coca Tea and Hospitals

This evening we visited Aurelio in the hospital. He was with his 2 brothers and daughter when we arrived. They were helping him by his bed, so we waited a few minutes before going in. He was a little confused, although in good spirits. The doctors say his liver has failed, and now he is in the final stages. We talked with him, and I told him he was known in the UK and that folks would be praying for him. He was glad to know this. The hospital was a sad place, and it was sad to think of this dear saint here at the end of his life. But he knows the Lord, and although he is a bit confused, his trust in his Saviour is strong. What must it be like for the 1000 s of Peruvians who have no living faith in Jesus. Ronnie turned up, after we had been there a few minutes. He is often visiting, and clearly loves his flock. He spoke warmly with Aurelio as well as his family, who do not know the Lord. He is a vital part of the ministry team here.

Before coming out I had my 1st cup of "mate de coca." It is a tea

made with the leaves of the coca plant (from which comes cocaine) although this is not like the refined stuff. The Peruvians use it for mild stomach upsets and to alleviate the effects of altitude sickness.

At first smell and taste, it reminded me of the smell you get when you clean out the grass cuttings from the mower. (So not that great!) Anthony laughed and then suggested I had some sugar! 2 teaspoons made it palatable. Anthony never feels the need to drink it, and would not choose it at all!!

The effect is a bit like having a strong coffee really. (HONEST!)

The reason for putting myself through this is that tomorrow we travel to the Colca Canyon early in the morning. This is the tourist bit of my trip. The Colca Canyon is apparently the deepest canyon in the world. We have a 4 hour drive to get there, and at the highest part of the journey, we get up to 4800 metres!! Thankfully, we drop back down to 3800 approx. (Arequipa is 2400m). The coca leaves often help with symptoms of altitude sickness.

Apparently, you often get good views of the Andean Condor perching on the cliffs and circling the thermals. Andrew and Ruth Sadler went there last year and lived to tell the tale. Also there are some hot springs to dip into. I didn´t bring my swimming sorts, but I do have some shorts that will do. We will stay over night on Monday, and head back tuesday. So probably won´t be any more journal entries until Wednesday, DV.

Last night we met Elvis! It´s true. The King is alive and well in Peru. And I shook his hand! Elvis is one of the many local councillors running for election. There are more parties than you know what to do with, so elections are a confusing affair. They all promise that life will be better under them, with party names like, "Arequipa Reborn," and "All together in Arequipa," etc... They all tell you how honest, serious and experienced they are. So who knows.

Well, got to go. Thanks for all your prayers. I would appreciate prayer that the altitude sickness is not too severe. Some folks get nothing, others find it tough going.

Well, off I go to take my next cup of mate de coca! Pass the sugar!

Hasta Luego!

7. Simon Boliver & el nino divino Jesus

Fillet steak! Last night, I ate one of the most delicious fillet steaks ever. As a family treat, we went to a restaurant in Arequipa, called, "Chef Parrillero." Ant had a mixed grill, but Roxy, Mellie and I each had "Lomo Fino," which is fillet steak. When it came, there were 2 whole fillets on each plate. Well, of course, we managed to eat them. It's a tough life here.

This morning, there was an early start to collect some of the believers from San Pedro,

before arriving at the church in Simon Bolivar. For a time before the service, folks sit around in the sun before coming in at about 9.50am. Ronnie, Ant and I pray together before the service begins.

Ant leads the service. There are a number of chorus and songs that i recognise, the tunes are the same, but the words in Spanish. "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord," "My Jesus, my Saviour," "Faithful God, so unchanging," "How deep the Father's love for us."

Ronnie preaches very warmly from Matthew 18v1-4, about becoming like little children, or else we cannot enter the kingdom of God. He urged us that humility, holiness and tribulations are all part of the Christian life, if we want to enter the kingdom of God. I did not understand all the words, but got the gist of it.

Afterwards, they asked me up, and i gave some greetings to the church en Espanol! They were very patient,and smiled a lot. There were some amens too. They are glad to have the prayers and support of folks in the UK, and southport especially.

I sat down, and then Ronnie asked me if I could tell the folks how long I have been walking with the Lord, and how that happened. Phew!! I did my best, and was able to tell them about going to university, meeting a Christian, and praying to the Lord, but was fast running out vocabulary! Anthony helped then, by translating a bit which meant I could speak in English.

There were also about 6 new people to the church that morning, so Ronnie asked each of them their name, and the church waved their greetings to them across the room. A wonderful spirit exists between the believers here, and Ant & Ronnie both have a lovely way with them.

We then had our church feast - a local arequipian dish of rice, with potatoes, a medium hot sauce, and stomach (yes, really!) I imagined it was Haggis and ploughed on. It tasted nice, with the sauce, and I did my best. Ronnie and I chatted. Also, one of the new men introduced me to his family and asked if I could teach him English. We began with a few words, like hello etc... thank you. I had to teach him how to sound the "th" sound. (Bite your tongue, etc...) Lots of great people here.

On the way back, we drove past a procession, carrying a little idol of "El nino divino Jesus" (the divine child Jesus). This little idol is on lots of posters etc... it was sad, shocking and pathetic at the same time. People carrying their "god" on their shoulders. Poor chap obviously can't get around without human help. Don't know how he can possibly overcome the massive problems Peru has, or why anyone would want to trust in such a powerless being, still. Only the real Christ can save these people.

Back home... later, Ant and I will try to see Aurelio on hospital. It is likely that he only has days or weeks to live. But he knows Christ as his Saviour.

6. San Pedro

Sat 11 Sep

Woke up at 5am by the noisiest train you´ve ever heard! And what a blast on the horn. It must have lasted 20 or 30 seconds. I guess there must have been a lot of drunks or animals on the line. The railway runs through the town with no guards or fences and so folks need to be alert.

After nodding off, finally woke up 7am. Mellie and Mum were up. Turns out Mellie has Bronchitis. They spent 2 hours at el medico last night, before coming back with 3 different medicines to take. If you can afford it, there is plenty of good health care. These medicines cost about 150 Soles, which works out at about 30 British Pounds. This morning Mellie is already a lot better, although that positive thought doesn´t make the medicine taste any better!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOM! 14 today! We had planned a special surprise for him, along with a few friends. By the time I woke up they would already be there! Hope they enjoy it! Glad I was able to speak on the phone yesterday briefly.

The morning was fairly quiet. Spent some time thinking through what I might preach on a week today at the evangelistic meal. In the afternoon at 2.30 we drove to the opposite side of Arequipa to San Pedro (Saint Peter) where Roxy and Rocio teach 2 groups of kids.

San Pedro is a small (ish) community, nestled between 2 hills, with tiny dwellings spread up both sides, and tiny winding paths right up to the top. The area is poor, and there are many problems associated with this. Poor literacy and health, as well as many young girls pregnant by 15 or 16 years. Recently the local authority has spent money improving the road that winds its way to the community centre. Anthony has a key, we set up and the kids start drifting in again.

Another great hour with the kids. Roxy and Rocio are clearly so gifted with these kids, and the kid´s all interact. The older group all have their own New Testaments, & they play competitions as to who can find the book and chapter first. Today´s lesson is the 1st part of the Exodus, with some of the plagues, and Pharoah´s resistance to God´s plans. They all listen so well (although there is the usual chatting, pushing etc... as well.)

I am introduced as a visitor from Inglaterra and after the club is finished, 1 or 2 of the kids want to say a few things to me in English. But they soon get embarrassed at how little English they know and so they go back to their mates. I know how they feel!

There are quite a lot of fields in this part of town. Agriculture features still as the main work and source of income, but you´re struck by the poverty and hopelessness. Chatting with Rocio afterwards she tells me a bit more about the area, and those from here who are now converted and in the church. But there are still so many with no knowledge of God.

The local President popped by to chat with Anthony. He wondered whether Ant would pay the electricity for the community centre, on behalf of the village!! Basically, this is because the locals have decided to stop paying for their electricity. Anthony politely says no. Later he explains that sadly, the community is just too focused on survival and getting what they can, it can lead to some very selfish behaviour. For example, in the room underneath us, were some new toilets, but these have all been stolen and presumably sold!! The only answer is the Lord Jesus Christ to save and transform lives.

Travelling back, had a nice chat with Mellie. We are out tonight as a regular family treat to a restaurant. So better go and get my best bib and tucker!

Tomorrow Anthony is leading the worship and Ronnie is preaching. I had better practice giving greetings again, and saying a bit about myself.

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5. Villa Majesterial

Friday 10 Sep

FACT: Arequipa has 25,000 taxis! (when you go there, you can believe it.) they are mostly small, yellow tin boxes on wheels, in various stages of destruction. Not many taxis have escaped several dents or scrapes. But they are a good way to get around. The trip from home to the centre of town costs 3 to 4 soles (75pence to 1 Pound) depending on how much like a tourist you look! Ant needed to be in town to finalise some legal stuff. I changed some money into dollars, and got some anti altitude sickness tablets for our trip to the calca valley on monday and tuesday, God willing.

We got home and thankfully, after a delicious lamb stew with rice and potatoes, there was no sign of Señor Montezuma. He must be away troubling somebody else now. Thanks to all who prayed.

At 2.30 we drove out along the road by the railway, past the airport, towards Villa Majesterial. This is a new "barrio" (district) that is slowly being built, extending its way up the slopes of the hills around Arequipa. Only parts of the area had tarmac on the roads, most of the tracks criss crossing the rough built houses were dust roads.

The area has not developed yet, and most of the dwellings would be a single room, with a small walled area (no garden!). The walls are often round stones piled to about 3 feet in height. Here and there, stray dogs "mooch about." We turn off the tarmac onto the dust road, leading up towards "area 3" This is where Lucretia lives, with her husband, Joachin. She is a believer, but he has only been coming to the church recently.

We could not get quite to the house, due to several large ditches dug along the length of the road. The drainage is being put in even as we were having the kid's meeting! We had to jump across, and then wade through a fine white dust, which clings to your shoes.

We chat for a time with Lucretia, before the children start drifting in. I chat with a few. They like to ask questions like, "Where do you live, how old are you, how many children do you have, etc." All basic stuff, which is good!!

Soon all are gathered, and away we go. Singing about 7 or 8 different choruses in spanish, which the kids enjoy. Anthony and Roxy both lead the singing. After that, Roxy quietens them down and Anthony begins talking to them about Abraham, Lot and the story there. He links this with loving the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind and strength. The kids listen really well.

Then we hear a car horn. The builders want to dig a trench underneath Anthony´s car!! So we have to move. This causes some distraction, but Roxy handles them well, while Anthony moves it. Then the children have to colour in a picture of ABraham and Lot, and also there is a memory verse to memorise for next time. There are prizes for all who do the sheets: a small packet of sweets. Then we close in prayer and the kids drift away, "Ciao!"

There is dust in the air, and it makes you want to cough. It is not good for Anthony´s asthma, so after the kids are gone, we pack away and try to get home asap.

At home, Melissa is still not well, so Roxy feels she should take her to the GP. Her lingering cough and sore throat have not got any better, so they head out together. I know they will appreciate your prayers.

During the day, Gladys has been very busy. She comes and does the washing, ironing and some of the cooking and cleaning too. She has made a brilliant job of my shirts! (although not as good as Jules, of course!!) This is one way that Anthony and Roxy can help local people by paying them to do jobs like this. Gladys will probably help out at several homes through the week.

As I write, the evening is here. It´s still light, but everywhere is the red orange glow of the sun. The mountains that tower over one half of the city have snow on the peaks, although they are not clear as the sky is hazy with dust.

Hasta Luego

A

4. somos amigos!

Fri 10 Sep

it's official. Scooby and i are now friends. No growling in the night if we pass on the landing. Phew! It must have been the walk we took Scooby on yesterday. We went out and saw many other dogs. Scooby tried to fight with them all. So now, i guess he sees me as a partner in crime. Bueno.

last night it was lovely to share in the family devotions with ant, roxy and mellie. mellie has been unwell with a bad throat and a cold. she also has an exam today, so yesterday 2 different teachers came round for extra lessons. i am so glad i don't go to her school!!!! yet she always seems happy and willing to go, and willing to learn. we read the bible and then a devotion for kids, before talking together about the reading. then we all prayed. these times as a family are clearly precious. it was nice to be part of them and, although not homesick yet, and with much still to be seen and done here, nevertheless, i look forward to being back at home too!!

a good night last night, although i did still wake at around 2.45am. but i have worked out why. the window has been closed and so by that time, i had used up all the fresh air. i woke up hot and ever so slightly out of breath... back in the uk it would not be a problem, but there is slighly less oxygen in arequipa than southport, hence my waking. but thankfully, went back to sleep before getting up about 6.30am.

breakfast this morning was a mild black tea and one ciabbatta (no butter). my tummy feels 95% so i thought it best not to run before i can walk. there are various teas i can try, from one that is similar to our uk tea, to ones with aniseed or other herbs. this one had some herb in it, and although a bit of an aquired taste, it went down nicely. anthony collects lovely bread rolls each morning from the local shop just 5 minute walk away. in many ways, peruvian life is still seems to be based around small shops and the local, personal touch.

anthony has had to go out for an hour to get some more documents signed. he hopes to return around 10am and then i shall try to phone home via skype...

this afternoon, we are going to villa majesterial to see the new children's club that is started. ant and roxy take the class together normally, with another. i will tag along and smile!!

that is all for now. i may get opportunity to write later.

hasta luego hermanos

adam

3. senor montezuma is keen!

Thu 9 Sep

ay caramba! montezuma has found me in arequipa! yes, i know he's an aztec king, and mexico is several 1000 km away, but he's a busy bee and he clearly had me booked in for an appointment. Roxy says it may have been the salad we ate in Lima, but it could just as easily be the altitude or the heat, or the fact that i was tired. anyway, here i am, sitting by the...... laptop! (what else did you expect!)

by the way, sorry about my terrible punctuation. the computers here have spanish layouts, so some of our favourite punctuation marks cannot be found easily. if strange symbols appear, don{t panic! it{s just the computer, not the author, ok_)

anyway... thursday continued...

Ronnie came again to see anthony and we chatted a bit in a mixture of spanish, "ok's" and smiles... not bad! he wants to send his greetings to the church, and especially folks who knew him, and met him. i was also able to explain that folks in the uk would love to hear more from Ronny if possible, perhaps with a prayer letter, which folks in the uk would be happy to translate from spanish into english.

afterwards, we continued with trips to see Roxy's 2 sisters, Miriamme and Arlen, in whose houses the GBM envision team hope to stay in january. it was lovely to chat with them. they were very gentle with el gringo, and we were able to converse quite well, especially when anthony chipped in his translations from time to time... i took lots of photos for my detailed investigation, and i am happy to say the houses pass with flying colours. i also met Roxy{s mum, which was lovely.

Roxy usually takes her mum out one morning per week, and so we left her there, whilst we went to see the church, before popping home. it was soon out again to buy insurance for anthony and the vehicle they use. in peru you need insurance to cover your health costs, should they need to repair you after a crash, and you also need insurance for your car. I wonder if Barry Evan's could get a quote here, that was cheaper than his crazy quote in the UK. Still, I would'nt drive here unless my life depended on it... hang on, that is probably true...

during all these travels we have been chatting about the work etc... they have been encouraged with quite a lot of new faces coming, and several conversions over the past year, but they crave that more would be saved. we talked about this "holy discontent" that the Lord's people should have... satisfied in the Lord, yet always hungry for him to do more. Please Lord, the needs of your church are the same en toda la tierra! Please save and bring glory to your name.

the 2nd insurance company was near la plaza de las palmas, in the centre of old arequipa. the place was heaving with gringos and small yellow taxis, but it is a beautiful place. took some pics, bought a few pressies (don't tell mis niños!) and then back home for late lunch (which montezuma did not approve of!)

it is now 16.39 arequipa time, which is 22.39 bst. since about 9am it has been hot, dry and sunny. i would burn easily if we were out for long periods, but i have my factor 40 baby sun cream, and my silly hat (although there are some nice hats here to choose from... no only joking Jules!) The temp is about 25 degrees, i guess, although if maciek were with me, he would probably have some way of finding out... if you want to know, ask him or google arequipa weather!!

anthony has to go out again to see the lawyer. there has been a lot of paperwork etc... to do with the association and ensuring that we are all legal, and able to issue work visas en el futoro. then he is due to visit Aurelio in hospital. he is very poorly, with a serious infection. sadly many peruvian medical staff have little compassion for their patients. they rarely explain what is happening, and treat them almost as an inconvenience. anthony told me a few very sad tales of lack of care or respect. Here the love and ministry of the Lord's people can make all the difference. I was due to visit with anthony, but being only 85% means i should not, both for my sake and for aurelio. Please pray for him back in the uk.

Well, eso es todo por dia! I should sign off. Thanks to you for being so good at emailing already. Great to hear from you. Great to hear about Ben's being recognised by the church as gifted by the Lord to serve Him in Grace. Was praying for you all at the meeting!

Let's see what tonight brings... i am hoping for 5am wake up.

Hasta Luego!

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2. walking el perro

Thu 9 Sep

woke this morning at 4am. that´s 1 hour better than last night. my body still thinks it´s in uk. tried to make the most of the time with some spanish practice and thinking through the day. I also needed el bano, pero no querria le acuesto el perro! (ask Liz to translate). In the end, i risked it, and yes, he did growl at me, but i survived and then managed to get back to my room unscathed.

lovely to do my quiet time on the balcony in the early morning light. mount misty looks shrouded in haze, and it´s quite cold here in arequipa at 7am. still a good time. Scooby spent most of my devotions pacing around the balcony looking for a dog to bark at. (p.s. sorry, the picture is not Scooby, but it looks like him.)

anthony and i went to walk the dog this morning in the morning sun. it was coming back that i first noticed i was a bit out of puff! no, it´s not because i´m unfit (honestly) it´s the altitude. it´s only slightly harder in arequipa, but if you walk briskly up a slight hill, you notice it.

beautiful day. Ronnie is coming soon, and then we are off to risk assess the Envision Team´s houses. Better take my camera to collect la evidencia!!

A

1. travel and arrival

Wed 8 Sep

3am on tuesday morning came as a bit of a bump! survived though, and thanks to stu - arrived safe and sound at manchester airport. my first flight to amsterdam was great - thank you klm.

had the usual guilt pangs as i filled in the declaration, "has anybody given you anything to take with you in your luggage?" well, er... actually, a few things... but this was an exercise in faith. i trust trevor condy and les green not to give me anything illegal to take to peru! as it turns out - i was right. my faith was in faithful men.

schipol airport seemed much like all others, albeit bigger! eventually worked out that i only had a 5 minute stroll to the gate for my flight to peru - that was good.

on the plane to peru - sat next to 2 peruvians with 2 children. had a go at the lingo - said a few things - falteringly but warmed up in the end... i think. the little boy was prob. only about 1 year old or a bit more - and at times he grissled - but he was remarkably good. he stared at this gringo from time to time, wondering where i came from.

after about 3 hours on the plane, the remaining 10 hours seemed like eternity, but after a few rubbish movies and a bit of shut eye lima finally came into view. perfect touchdown and the usual applause from the passengers and we were out. during this time, i had filled in the immigration papers - no small feat as they were in spanish. i was trying to work out how to say, "they're presents for my friend in arequipa - i am not an international terrorist, honestly" - as it happens i didn't need to practicar mi espanol, porque nada person hable conmigo!! phew!

there was anthony waiting for me and we were jumping in a taxi - hurtling through the streets of lima - it reminded me a bit like being back in lagos - same sorts of buildings (lots only half built) and the usual sort of driving too. along the coast - my 1st view of el pacifico - away from the airport and to the region (el barrio) called "millaflores" where the latin link apartment was. a nice place - i will try to post some pics if possible, but at present i don't know how to get them from my camera to the laptop - my memory card is not the standard sd card.

after packing and having my 1st of many cups of tea, it was out to a restuarant where we enjoyed a superb argentian steak - yum. we were the only ones there - it was about 7.30pm. it must have been obvious that we were british!! i must be careful not to put on 2 stone whilst i'm out here. it would be very easy with all this food. then a 30 min stroll around the city - it was now about 9pm and things were just getting started. which meant it must be about time for bed for one very tired gringo.

woke at 3am - my body still thinks it's in southport. then spent the next 2 hours trying to work out what i would have said if i was stopped in the airport. i had an attempt at preaching a sermon, to prove to the officer that i really was a preacher. "i have a question for you. where will you go when you leave this world? will you go to be with God in heaven or to the other place?" (don't know the spanish for hell - it's probably "el inferno" but i wasn't sure!)
"tengo una pregunt para ti. cuando saldre esto mundo, y va a la eternidad, a donda ire usted? ire a los cielos, con el Senor? o a el otra vez?"

anyway after about 2 hours of this - i realised i wasn't getting any sleep - so i did manage to get a few hours before waking at 7am.

to cut a long story short - we strolled around milleflores for a few hours, before going to el aeropuerta, and catching a peruvian airlines flight to arequipa. all went well. had 1st view of the Andes and arrived safe and sound.

Ronny & Rocio were there to drive us home - had a good attempt at conversation - not bad. They are both well, as is Samuel. We will get more chance to see them in the coming days.

Mellie and Scooby (el pero) greeted us all enthusiastically. (Scooby was growling for a few minutes until he realised i smelt ok!! then settled in , gave greetings to Roxy from folks in southport and a lovely soup of noodles, meat, chilli, garlic etc... buen provecho!!

It's now 20:19 Arequipa time (02:19 BST) and my body (and my red eyes) are telling me it's time for bed. but i will tough it out for an hour or 2 more, so i can try to get into Arequipa time.

The plan for tomorrow :
Ronny coming round at 9am, then later we shall go to the two houses to see where teh envision team will be staying in january. i am supposed to be the health & safety officer for this trip - ha ha. after that - who knows?

Hasta Luego -
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