Part Two: Visit to Borgne

Following the morning service [finished at 12:10 p.m.] the members were invited to stay for Communion service.




Singing, prayer, a few words from the Bible, Communion and we were shaking hands with the congregation at 12:40 p.m.

The church is in this photo-the longer pinkish roofed building[not rust red] just above the blue building in the middle of the photo. The church is accross from the top left corner of the open air market.

We were then shown to a small building next door to the church that apparently was a classroom and lunch had been prepared for us. First we washed our hands and found places around the table-three adults served up plates of rice, bean sauce or sauce with fish, boiled cooking bananas, and boiled yam. Following the meal there were small plastic bags of water for those who wanted a drink.

Now a couple young men were prepared to show us the town. We walked in a counter clock wise manner. We saw old walls built in the French colonial days with rock and coral.





We saw the ruins that we thought were of a colonial church but were informed that it was actually a house of 'magic' part of VooDoo worship.





We hiked up a hill to the police station for the view but were also invited in for a few minutes. There were a few prisoners locked up but most rooms were bare. There was an old cannon in the station and we had seen a couple around town. We also examined the bullet holes on the outside of the station. It was on this hill that John Pierre took our the family photo seen in yesterday's blog.

We went through town seeing the school, an old school, the Catholic Church, the river that runs into the sea, and the market bringing us full circle. They guessed that the town had about 4,000 people. No ex-patriots [foreigners] on a full time basis but occasional visitors. It was 2:30 when we said our good-byes and headed back toward home.

Just down the road we stopped to see the local government hospital where one of the nurses who had worked in Fauche is now working. The kids with us enthusiastically greeted her and she showed us around. After a short visit we were on the road again stopping a few times for photos and once to pick up the Pastor from the Nazerath church to give him a ride to Port-Margot where he would continue his journey.


One of the stops was to take a picture of an old French colonial structure along the roads.





We were home at 4:40. A good day but tiring.