Monday, June 18, 2012

Sailing!

Africa was a colorful arrayment. The ocean is different, only blue, but still I could stare at it for hours. Who knew that the color blue had so many different shades and tints!
We left Togo on June 15, 2012, around 10 o'clock in the morning. Preparations for the sail had occurred for weeks already. The whole hospital had been scrubbed, all the patients discharged, except two who needed to go to the local hospital for further care, all our cabins secured, for the ship rocks a lot during the sail, the land rovers put on the deck, and the tents removed from the dock. Finally the moore lines got losened and off we went. We had a pilot onboard to guide us out of the harbour. When we left the harbour we started feeling the rocking of the ship. It got worse as time went by. Everybody on the ship seems slightly tipsy, the way we are walking. They gave us seasick medicines, but they make you extremely sleepy. Either way everybody sleeps a lot during the sail, I don't know if it is because the sea rocks us so gently to sleep, or the sea air, or just because everybody has the chance to sleep lots. So far, only today the sun dared to come out. Today we were allowed out on the bow, which gives us a view from the front of the boat. Standing there, wind in your hair, sea water splashes in your face, sun light dancing on the waves is one of the most wonderful experiences ever. Occasionally you see a fly fish flying over the water, they are amazing little creatures! I really enjoy this part of my Mercy Ships experience. It gives time to reflex, relax and enjoy each other and nature because life on the ship has slowed down quite a bit. We hope to arrive in Teneriff on June 25, and than only five more days of Mercy Ships for me...

Bible Verses like the following make much more of an impression when you are out on the ocean!

Psalm 98: 6-8
With trumpets and sound of cornet make a joyful noise before the Lord, the King.
Let the sea roar, and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein.
Let the floods clap their hands: let the hills be joyful together

Psalm 95: 4-6
In his hand are the deep places of the earth: the strength of the hills is his also.
The sea is his, and he made it: and his hands formed the dry land.
O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the Lord our maker.

The landrover lifted unto the deck
The moore lines losened 
Kayla (my work buddy) and I...

The gang way also went flying...

Bye Bye Togo!

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