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Yesterday I went out to River #2 with a group of seven other people. A day worker got us our own poda poda to rent for the day! It was nice to not have to squish into one, especially as it turned out the beach was about a hour and a half over the foothills on nearly non-existent roads. They were actually doing roadwork which really surprised me because this was the first time I've seen that the whole time I've been here. Part of the deal with out poda poda was that they would wait for us while we hung out at the beach, and that turned out to be a good thing since it was so remote I don't know how long we would have had to wait to get another vehicle when we wanted to leave.

Unlike Burah beach you had to pay to get onto this beach. I heard from another Mercy Ship person that they used the money to better their community which is really cool! They even had some solar panels there! AND they had toilets!!! (Working toilets are maybe the thing I miss the most about home. Even the ones on the ship aren't totally reliable) The beach was quite a bit more crowded that I was expecting. So many white people! I feel odd when I see white people that I don't recognize now.
The beach was right where River #2 intersects the Atlantic Ocean.  I walked into the river to see if it was colder than the ocean (it wasn't) and nearly stepped onto some fish. I was afraid I'd end up being chomped on by a barracuda so I got out of there fast!
We spent a nice afternoon there and my legs got really sunburned the whole way around, so wearing pants for work tomorrow will be interesting.

This morning I went to the church of one of the locals who I work with in the dining room named Regina. I wasn't sure how far it away from the ship it was but it turned out to only be a short (crowded) poda poda ride away. It was on the top floor of some building..I think it was an apartment building at one time. The windows didn't have any covering so the breeze was nice a cool. The attendance is small; Regina is both the worship leader and treasurer. I had some trouble understanding the message because the pastor's accent was pretty thick and I honestly couldn't tell some of the time if he was speaking English or Krio.