The mission is having transfers tomorrow, so we'll be busy with the young missionaries. The Elders are great young men, worthy of all the accolades given to them. They are dedicated in serving the Lord and the Fijian people. They know the gospel and the language, and they aren't afraid of anything or anybody. We have 2 Elders on an island called Kadavu,just south of Fiji, and they called me saying their washing machine quit on them. They had checked it out, and found that a rat had eaten through the power cord, and it wasn't getting any electricity. The senior companion laughed and said they like living with the "wildlife in Kadavu," and the rat got electrocuted for its involvement. We have a set living on an island that has lots of members (nearly half of all the population) but the island has no electricity or plumbing, so they read by candle light and have other facilities outdoors. They wash their clothes in rainwater, and laugh about it. But they are baptizing people like crazy there," they are one with the village." Another set of Elders are on a small island so far north of us, it takes two days for a boat to travel from Fiji to that island. They are on bicycles there, and called me to get new spokes for their bikes because the wheels had rusted out. They are coming in for zone conference next week, and bringing their wheels with them, giving them a week to get repaired and then two days back again. All these missionaries LOVE what they do, and they do it well. By the way, all the Sister missionaries are in places where it is safe and has electricity and indoor plumbing, Pres. Klingler really watches out for the Sisters, they get preferential treatment.
I haven't got use to some of the food here yet, but then again, I haven't lost any weight either. In fact, for my birthday we ate lunch at McDonalds. They don't have the exact menu, but something close to it, the first "American" food I've eaten here. The only things that I really miss here are diet drinks and Mexican food. Every drink here, fruit drinks, soda, milk, whatever, is full of sugar. I miss crystal light! I miss green burros! Who knows, I might loose some weight yet.
The men here are tall (6' to 6'6"), dark and handsome, but they are not rich. Men and boys age 8-35 come out every evening and play Rugby or soccer on muddy playgrounds, and love it. The women and daughters are at home cooking and cleaning. Is there something wrong with that?