We woke early Saturday morning at a community called Nuevo Ayachucho. Much to my disappointment, it was only 4 hours after we left Lima! After staggering off the bus (with my trusty Ambien still working) I tried to act accordingly to our hosts. Within the haze of being up for 24 hours, 4 hours of sleep, a hefty dose of Ambien and several thousand miles of travel, I felt that I was not exactly in my usual "tip top shape".
The stop was unforgettable. Our hosts were overjoyed that we had taken the time to stop and visit. They fed us breakfast and gave us a view of Peru that many do not see. The people of Nuevo Ayacucho were proud, hard working and dedicated to their God. We left one of Connie's crosses and 2 bags of donated clothing for the church. Little did we realize, that this stop, this church and these people would be some of the most powerful, moving and uplifting memories of the trip.
After breakfast, our travel continued to San Clemente, where we turned onto 24A. The road wound it's way (did I say wound... how about curved...) it's way into the Andes. Let's see... (top heavy bus+driving too fast+road too curvy+diesel fumes+4 hrs sleep= ?).
We crested the Andes mountains at about 15,000 ft. and began our decent to Ayacucho and then to Huanta. When we finally arrived in Huanta, the total bus trip took 15 ½ hours.
At devotions that evening, we were grateful for the trip and our safe travel. All of the donations made it including the Presbyterian Women books purchased by Jeannie Satterfield. We were given good news and bad news... the good news was that we were still assembling benches... the bad news... instead of 80 benches... it was 100!
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