I'm free! I'm free! Even though I have had a Mongolian driver's license for 3 1/2 years, I just couldn't do it. Oh, I tried a few weekend city drives and a few trips out to the airport, but the aggressive no-rules-apply style of driving in this 3rd world country just undid me. Fast forward 3 years: hundreds of trips schlepping to meetings, getting groceries and begging rides from friends with drivers--oh! and dealing with the Wagner van schedule, well...enough is enough. I asked Randy for a car for this Friday, expecting a retired 5-speed pickup belonging to Wagner. Nope! Randy had his own car delivered to me this morning--a Land Rover Discovery that I believe is worth more than my house in USA! So be it--off I went. It was wonderful! I went to Good Price (the American goods store), Mercury (the veggie market), picked up cleaning, dropped by the IWAM library, went to lunch with a friend, made a salon appointment, stopped by an ATM--all while maneuvering through crazy, crazy traffic and equally crazy roads and rules. OK, I did pray first thing, "Lord, please don't let me do any harm; to another being nor this car." God is faithful--He sets the captives free, right? Now, this car is still Randy's and on loan to me temporarily. Seize the day, eh?
P.S. I cannot get rid of the underscore, sigh. Also, you may note by the puddle I'm standing in how tickled I am :)