Sorry my email's gonna be lame because Sista B and I were confined to our apartment literally all week. We were so sick, ugh. Jangan risau, we're completely sihat again and ready to work work work to make up for last week.
Well the Crocodile Farm was fun last week, I almost got my face ripped off by a monkey and Sister Bourgeois had a panic attack in the bird room because she has a crippling fear of birds. We almost cried because there were a couple otters and they were so cute. Ironically, the crocodiles are the most boring part of the farm, just like in Miri. They just kind of sit there and move sluggishly. Every once in a while they'll fight with each other but it's kind of lazy. But if you throw a chicken at them you realize how fast and deadly they are when they want to be.
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| Sea otters |
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| Gator ridin' |
That reminds me, we have a less active family who lives over a river, and they were telling us how a buaya (crocodile) came up to their back porch and ate their dog...and they thought it was the funniest thing ever. If you ever want to freak Ibans out, tell them you've eaten crocodile meat before because they believe if you eat a crocodile, its spirit will haunt you and lead other crocodiles to eat you. Something like that.
Sister Parcell is obsessed with her hot sauce that her mom sent her from America. She's really loving and giving, but she threatened us that if we ever use her hot sauce, we need to lick it off the plate because it's precious. Anyway, she was talking by me in the kitchen with it, and I was talking to Sister Bourgeois and telling a story, and I made a motion with my arms and knocked her hot sauce to the ground...it shattered everywhere. It looked like a crime scene... there was hot sauce all over the walls and ground. Sister Parcell put her hands to her head and didn't say anything for what seemed like an eternity. I apologized over and over while Sister Bourgeois and Sister Pettitt stood there laughing at us. Then Sister Parcell sat down and scooped up some hot sauce from the puddle on the ground. Then she got over it and said it was okay, and in that moment, we realized how Christlike Sister Parcell really is. I ruined the most precious thing in the world to her and she still loves me. But really, if anyone is sending me a package anytime soon, throw a bottle of Valentina's hot sauce in there too. I've been trying to make it up to her by buying her Dr. Pepper and Japanese mayonnaise at random intervals, but it's just not the same. We're still buds though. I love my roommates/comp, I don't know why I've been so blessed to have good friends on my mission but I'll take them. Even though we were stuck inside all week, we had some good laughs.
Anyway, love you all, see you soon.
-Sister Wynn
P.S. We're going bowling today because the elders in our zone really want to and we live on the other side of the world. It's one of those exotic things you just can't do in America ;)
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| Proselyting turtles |
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