The entire city of Aizawl is smashed into the side of a mountain. Looking out from any one of the ridges, you see many other ridges. As a result, all the roads are parallel to each other, connected by hairpin turns for cars and sets of stairs for pedestrians. There are no street signs and you can throw away your GPS. My host for today said it took him a year to learn where everything is and sometimes if he leaves for a few months, he forgets. And he is Mizo, but from a village on the Burmese border.
It appears I have some internet in my room now, although I think it's going to be pretty slow. I will be up at the administration building tomorrow and post some more substantive info.
In the meantime, you can look at these pictures.
It appears I have some internet in my room now, although I think it's going to be pretty slow. I will be up at the administration building tomorrow and post some more substantive info.
In the meantime, you can look at these pictures.
Hello Msrcy i look forward to more pictures of the sort I can paint from... nice scenery, water , trees rural scenes etc . Toda Raba!
ReplyDeleteI'm praying with you and for you Marci. Love the pictures! Chris Rounsavall from Habiet
ReplyDeleteHi Marcy! So glad you made it safely to the far side. What a big, busy, beautiful town. Praying Yah will make you dwell in good health and safety during this time. May Yah’s shalom cover the city like the clouds in the sky. Father, prepare hearts and minds to receive Your word. We come against the enemy who would elevate thoughts and traditions over Elohim’s spoken word. Anoint every word Marcy speaks. May the Lord give you strength. Shalom - sandy
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