Wow, that didn't go exactly as planned. We went...oh, wait, let me start at the beginning. Monday morning (Jan. 10), we woke up at 4:00 and went out to Sapao to watch the sun rise from a radar station on top of a hill with a nice view. It was pretty nice, but my pictures didn't turn out. Then we went to Borongan at around 9:00. We got there at noon, ate at Goldilocks, then went to the ZLs apartment for a zone training. It's always fun getting the whole zone together. It ended at around 2:30. Okay, so our understanding was that the last ride left Borongan to Tacloban at 3:00. So we went out front and waited for it. 4:00 rolled around. We went down town and asked the terminal. They said it left at 2:00. The next ride, they told us, would come through Borongan from Guiuan at 10:30 at night. So we hung out with the zone until 10:20, then went back out to the street and waited. A ride didn't show up until 1:00 in the morning. The road is so bumpy from Borongan to Tacloban that I couldn't sleep at all. We arrived at a little before 6:00 am and had breakfast at Dunkin' Donuts. Then we went to the office staff's apartment, where they were just waking up. They loaned us a couple of beds, and we wasted no time getting in them. Elder Wetenkamp fell asleep right away, but I, despite being very tired, couldn't fall asleep, so I just talked to Elder Mulholland (he's the new mission recorder/nurse) until we went to the office. Wetenkamp woke up at around 8:30, and we went to the office. As soon as the office staff was ready, we left. Five of us went: me, Wetenkamp, McIver, Mulholland, and Roberts. I took Mulholland and McIver to Dr. Carpio's clinic to teach him what to do when a missionary has an ingrown. Wetenkamp came with us. Elders McIver and Roberts went to a different doctor to get the rash on Elder Roberts' butt checked out. They were back in time for the surgery. It started out the same as usual: bearable pain as he took the nail segment out (after three painful injections), followed by unbearable pain as he began to clean the nail bed. His solution to the problem this time was to pump my toe full of a lot more anesthetic. It worked. No more pain. I even watched him. He dug pretty deep. It hurts right now as I write this. After the surgery, he started asking me about diabetes. He asked if I'd had my blood/sugar tested yet. I hadn't, so he told me to do it soon. Elder McIver overheard this time, and when he heard my family's diabetic history, he said I should do it the next day. Since we had very important appointments today (which we would've missed), we said "Next week na la." ("na la", translated literally, is "now only." Not really something we say in English, but it makes sense in Filipino.) So we're going back to Tacloban on Sunday night.
We left for Borongan after eating at Shakey's and same quick shopping. We got there around 8:00 yesterday evening. Again, I couldn't sleep on the bus. We went to sleep around 10:30. So lets do the math. I woke up 4:00 Monday morning and didn't go to sleep until 10:30 Tuesday night. That's 42 1/2 hours. Thus beating my 36-hour record of 1998.
We got to Guiuan 9:00 this morning. At 10:00, we met the Arellano couple at the Municipal Building to get them married. Funny thing is, they already got married in 1984 according to the birth certificate of their oldest son. He had lost the marriage certificate, so he thought that meant he needed to get married again. So anyway, we're excited because we can baptize them. It'll probably happen next Saturday.
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