Showing posts with label being sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label being sick. Show all posts
Friday, August 24, 1979
A Terrible Time In Oruro
We left La Paz at 12:00 yesterday. The country between La Paz and Oruro is a lot like Northern Utah. We had a terrible time in Oruro. Mostly cause I was sick. I was so busy trying to hold things in on both ends that I didn't feel much like running around, which is what we were doing. We finally got a taxi to bring us out, $25!
Thursday, August 23, 1979
First Impressions Of The Bolivia La Paz Mission
So much has transpired in the last few days that I don't know where to begin. Elder Kupu (a native Tongan) and I have been assigned to work in Colquiri. He is really a super elder. Colquiri is the location of the highest branch in the world (about 15,000 feet). I still haven't received my other suitcase, it is still in the Airport I think.
The Mission President met us at the Airpot and took all us to his home. Hotel, sleep, breakfast, orientation, assignments and we were off.
The city of La Paz is really incredible. So many colors, varieties, sounds and twists and turns, ups and downs. We went to mail a latter and buy some warm stuff for Colquiri. We went to the black market and it was neat.
Right now I am kind of sick. I really got off to a running start. The food is taking a while to get used to but so far I have been able to get everything down and keep it down. Although sometimes I can feel it trying to come up.
From what I hear about Colquiri it is going to be tough. Elder Kupu and I will be the only missionaries there. It is a mining town and the people are cold sometimes. I think that it will be a good way to start. If I can eat the food and work hard there, then I think that I will be able to work hard everywhere.
I wish I had the gift to be able to express my feelings and thoughts more clearly but alas, I have yet to develop the ability. Even though this journal may be too boring to re-read or for someone else to read, at least I am keeping with the admonition of President Kimball to maintain a journal.
One of the hardest things for me to keep down is the hot milk. I have had two glasses now and both times it was a life and death struggle to get it down. I can feel it right now in my stomach and it doesn't feel good.
In just two days here I have met so many good, kind and humble people. I really hope that I can learn to love Bolivia and the people.
To change the subject so that I don't lose it from thinking about the milk... I guess I am only the second (third) new missionary to start in Colquiri. Elder Hales was first and apprently it has done him good. He is now one of the Assistants to the President. I guess President Hill must have a lot of confidence in me. When Elder Hale was there when there were four missionaries, we will be the only ones. I hope that I don't let the President, my companero, or any of the others who are supporting me down. I know that if I can be humble and have the Lord with me all the time then I can't help but do good.
The Mission President met us at the Airpot and took all us to his home. Hotel, sleep, breakfast, orientation, assignments and we were off.
The city of La Paz is really incredible. So many colors, varieties, sounds and twists and turns, ups and downs. We went to mail a latter and buy some warm stuff for Colquiri. We went to the black market and it was neat.
Right now I am kind of sick. I really got off to a running start. The food is taking a while to get used to but so far I have been able to get everything down and keep it down. Although sometimes I can feel it trying to come up.
From what I hear about Colquiri it is going to be tough. Elder Kupu and I will be the only missionaries there. It is a mining town and the people are cold sometimes. I think that it will be a good way to start. If I can eat the food and work hard there, then I think that I will be able to work hard everywhere.
I wish I had the gift to be able to express my feelings and thoughts more clearly but alas, I have yet to develop the ability. Even though this journal may be too boring to re-read or for someone else to read, at least I am keeping with the admonition of President Kimball to maintain a journal.
One of the hardest things for me to keep down is the hot milk. I have had two glasses now and both times it was a life and death struggle to get it down. I can feel it right now in my stomach and it doesn't feel good.
In just two days here I have met so many good, kind and humble people. I really hope that I can learn to love Bolivia and the people.
To change the subject so that I don't lose it from thinking about the milk... I guess I am only the second (third) new missionary to start in Colquiri. Elder Hales was first and apprently it has done him good. He is now one of the Assistants to the President. I guess President Hill must have a lot of confidence in me. When Elder Hale was there when there were four missionaries, we will be the only ones. I hope that I don't let the President, my companero, or any of the others who are supporting me down. I know that if I can be humble and have the Lord with me all the time then I can't help but do good.
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