Wet and Slimy Things

We took hte young missionaries to Zalala Beach today, to a spot where the water was very refreshing and the sand relatively fluffy and California-like--unlike the concrete-sand conditions of much of our local coastline.  The day was beautiful and we had a great and relaxing time.  We never fail to see a couple of new things when we come.  The young elders couldn't join me, but I had a wonderful and refreshing swim today.

The fish are for the most part quite small that are caught i nnets right off the beach.  They use the dugout canoes to take the net off shore, then they haul it in by hand.  The creation of these very sea-worthy canoes is a fascinating thing to me.

This was a pretty good size stingray caught on a hook and line right off shore.  I am rather glad that I didnt step on one when I went out for a swim.

Interesting Asian looking eyebrows to this crab.  Which reominds me, a fellow approached me on the beach today and I could have sworn that he asked me about the church or "igreja" and I responded appropriatly. But Debbie, who obviously speaks much better portuguese than I, said kindly"you idiot, he was asking if you wanted to buy some crabs (which is "caringeijo").  Oh well, no wonder he wasn't too interested in my gospel exposition.

A soccer game ensued with the locals when we brought out the ball.  And Debbie walked the beach looking for treasures.

Elder Workman and I are seen here minding the cooking (in our car wheel barbecue) of steak strips for our sandwiches.

When we drove onto the beach, there was hardly a soul around, but soon, 100 feet distant, a crown gathered and sat and simply watched the spectacle of eight white folk doing something other than fishing on the beach.



Our current batch of young missionaries are left to right, Elders Steel, Sorenson, Gibson, Berg, Williams and Workman.