More Photos from Yuty

There was a kids club at the Yuty church which was very well attended, not only by kids, but also by their parents or grandparents who came along to hang out in the shade of the church playing field to drink terere and socialise whilst the kids ran around, played sports, drew, sang, and watched a film projected onto a large church wall in its makeshift cinema.

 

At sunset the kids left with big smiles after a really good day of fun and activity.

Afterwards we helped the Camerons empty their trailer ready for another load, and 4 of us had the fun ride of sitting in the famously failing SIM trailer a few blocks around Yuty.

Another day the Reichs, Camerons, Hannes and I headed out to a nearby river which had a now disused railway bridge crossing it.  Although most the track around the country has been removed, the rails still remain over the bridge.  This turned out to be fortuitous as not all the sleepers were still there leaving large gaps for the adventurous trio of Hannes, Greg and I as we took a stroll over it.  It was rather dangerous as there were no barriers to grab if you stumbled, there was just the rails, the wooden sleepers the rails rested on, and the narrow metal bridge structure the sleepers rested on.  Most of the beams were rotten, and it was a dried-out rotten so they looked firm to stand on but creaked and crumbled underfoot.  Greg and Hannes marched over happily, but I was not only trying to balance myself but the balancing aid for the camera, and I was certain I wasn’t going to make it all the way over the river, but thanks be to God, I did.

Hannes came by motorbike so paid to cross the river by barge.  The locals in the nearby isolated village can do the same, but often they walk over the bridge (something I wouldn’t do a second time).  There are stories of drunks who would stumble up to the bridge in the night, and as their first foot touched the first sleeper of the bridge they would instantly become sober!

The Reich boys had their instruments so they played several songs on guitar and traditional Paraguayan harp for us all.  They are amazing to listen to!

Hannes offered me the chance to ride on the back of his motorbike back to Yuty.  After 5 minutes of travel I remembered I promised my mom when I was little that I would never ride a motorbike ever.  However, as I remembered afterwards then it wasn’t deliberate disobedience to an ages old and firmly kept promise.  After I got off the bike in Yuty with about 10 bugs in my eyes, and a ton of fear quivering through me from the speedy journey of clinging onto the back of the bike, I realised it wouldn’t be hard to remake and keep the promise!