Strange and stranger


Two notable things happened while on holiday in Armenia last week. One was going paragliding. What was strange was how easy it all was, a short run to start with, a short run at the end, and the rest was just sitting in a seat. The scary bit was riding in the constantly breaking down jeep that took us up to the top of a militarized mountain, and then there was the speedy motor bike journey afterwards to find where Olwen and Matt had landed.

The other thing was Matt losing his wallet on the bus. We had no idea which bus of the many on the road we had been on, nor how to track it down quickly. The amazing thing was that he got it back complete with money and bank cards. This was thanks to a couple of kindly bus drivers slightly rejigging their routes for us.

Of course, if you were the Health & Safety type such a holiday would be a nightmare. But for Latinos that kind of thinking is a bit strange. Either way the divine presence must be a reality.

Aghhhh... the above was written a week ago and just before sending it I had a mild stroke. This meant hospital for four days. Life seems like a Christian version of the Odyssey and I feel like a Ulysses washed out to sea. Thankfully Jesus is stronger and kinder than Neptune, so am home now and perfectly well.

Photo: Setting out at 10,000 ft. - don't look down, don't look down,
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