This is the first entry in my log that I kept during our journey to Guyana.  I recorded events as they were happening, day by day, so please bear that in mind as you read.

February 15.  Our journey to Guyana began with a nearly 2-hour flight delay in Tulsa, which put us behind time all day on the 14th (the day of our departure).  Thankfully, the flight to Trinidad and Tobago was delayed also, so we did not miss our connection in Houston.  I enjoyed my first experience flying commercially, or at least until insufficient leg room and long sitting began to get uncomfortable somewhere between Houston and Port of Spain, Trinidad.  That aside, it was a true pleasure to be flying, to watch Oklahoma and Texas rushing by from the air, and then to see the lights of Miami as we passed over the southern tip of Florida.  To see the massive clouds from above, and then the giant rain forests of South America, with the countless rivers and lakes both large and small, when we flew from Port of Spain to Georgetown, Guyana, truly put me in awe of God’s glory in creation.

On the 14th, we arrived in Port of Spain, Trinidad about 10:45 p.m. local time, and by the time we made it through customs, ironed out our flight details for the next morning, and then found a taxi, it was past midnight by the time we finally reached our Holiday Inn.  We hit the sack for a brief rest, as our flight to Georgetown was scheduled to depart at 6:40 the next morning, and we were told to be at the airport 3 hours ahead of time.  This turned out to be unnecessary, as we quickly made our way to the terminal with plenty of time to spare, in spite of running on just 3 hours of sleep.  The good effect of the hot shower I had after getting up quickly wore off, and I was groggy for much of the morning.  But Dad was his usual bold, outgoing self, and took advantage of the opportunity to share the Gospel message of justification through Christ alone with a lady at the hotel, and then also with the shuttle driver.

Our flight for Guyana left and arrived at the scheduled times, landing at Georgetown, the capital city which rests on the banks of the Demarara River, about 7:50 a.m. local time.  There was a long, slow-moving line at customs, which it took us about an hour to get through.  Thankfully, we were able to find our luggage, which had been sent on ahead from Tulsa, without difficulty; including Dad’s duck-taped green suitcase containing about 35 pounds of tracts from Chapel Library, and various household items sister Nalin Katryan had requested we bring from the States.

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