My new home

Man what a day it has been! I posted my Facebook status under false pretenses early this morning. A man named Michael and another driver picked me up from the airport where I was taken to what I thought was my final destination. Oh how sweet that would’ve been if this hotel was where I was

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going to live for 30 days. So long mission trip, hello vacation! Among its luxuries was what I found so appealing was their continental breakfast. I promise you their breakfast was like Cracker Barrel Indian syle. I was expecting a few danishes but got fried eggs, pancakes, fruit, other things that I had no clue what they were, and even small fried doughnuts instead. If this is what I had to wake up to ever morning I think I would’ve been alright. But as it was we left at 10:00 am to complete our journey to IGL headquarters.

Whenever I watch movies, especially ones highlighting NYC, I notice most of all that the taxi drivers appear to be from India. Ever wonder why like I always did? It’s because to experience Indian driving is to experience NASCAR, BMX, and bumper cars all combined in one. Seriously, I don’t know how we avoided about ten wrecks. To put it into perspective, there are no cops out on the road. In their place, the only thing to slow drivers down is using speed bumps. What we call tailgating they call casual driving. Their horn is their turn signal. Every time they approach a bigger vehicle than their own they use the horn as well. In fact, whenever they pass be a person on a motorcycle or on foot they honk as well. Then some horns make different noises than others. So if you ever want to see/hear something amusing try allowing a trained Indian, skilled in the art of driving, take you for a spin. The other thing I thought was neat were some inspirational signs along the road:

Drive to care, not to dare.

Lane discipline leads to life.

Death is nature, you do not cause it.

Your destination: your reward for safe driving!

Regardless of the danger, I did make it to IGL trouble free. Smaller rooms but just as pretty surroundings. I have all the essentials I need to stay and have even at lunch now. I am certain to become well acquainted with rice and all the many dishes that come with it. They enjoy coconuts here. It was interesting drinking the water inside them and then eating the flesh of it that was scooped out.

I just found out that I am preaching in the morning to 50 or 60 people during their church service. Should be a lot of fun. I’ll need to learn how to speak through a translator. Everything is going well tho. I am adjusting to the time change. As I am typing this it is 6 o’clock in the morning at home. I haven’t slept all day. I look forward to tonight:)

Thank you for your support through prayer,



About carlbasey

I am now in my second semester of seminary at Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary. I enjoy learning, reading, fishing, baseball, ultimate, and occasionally watching an entire season of a tv show at one time. I believe Jesus Christ saved me when I was 8 yrs young and has called me into vocational ministry. My life verse is Colossians 3:17
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1 Response to My new home

  1. I find myself smiling and laughing at the same time as I read your comments about the driving. My first trip to the Dominican Republic, we arrived at night. All of us crammed ourselves into a small van/bus and zoomed off into the darkness of the DR. Lights were coming at us from all different directions, motorcycles were EVERYWHERE. I was gasping for air as I caught my heart racing so fast I couldn’t catch my breath. I knew we wouldn’t make it. I know I was going to meat Jesus face-to-face that night. Somehow, we did make it and somehow, no one was injured. I never did get used to this “form” of driving the entire time I was there. I just remember thinking… road rage in America is NOTHING compared to driving in the DR.
    Then off to Medellin, Colombia I went a few months later… and Oh My Goodness… this form of driving was here too. So after reading your post, I am convinced, American’s drive like slow-pokes compared to every other Country!!!
    And I would have some serious medical problems if I lived anywhere else and had to deal with this form of driving every day.

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