We drove back from Mae Sariang today after finishing up with our last team. It’s about a five hour drive along a shady border, from one shady little border town to another.
And it was uncomfortable.
Stephen was on day three of being sick with fever, chills, and stomach pains. He was uncomfortable.
Due to his discomfort, I was driving. And thus I was uncomfortable.
I hate driving. And I really hate driving in the rain. I know Dad would have been so proud–I was in and out of 4wd; I was climbing hills in low gears and using low gears to avoid using the brakes; I was checking my mirrors and extra aware. But I was very uncomfortable.
And the other woman in the car with us–I can’t tell you most of her story, but she hasn’t spent much time in a car. We knew this early on, when she took off her shoes before she got in the car, and we nearly left without them. She was loaded up with Dramamine and given about ten plastic bags before we left. She then spent the entire trip with a death grip on the back of the passenger seat and her head against the seat trying to sleep. She wasn’t comfortable.
It was a long day. We were thankful to get home. Or here–whatever this is–and be more comfortable.