JUNE 16th

On Sunday, we follow Michael and Judith to the local church they attend. The congregation of 50 is a mix of South-Sudanese and international NGO staff. Some of the faces are familiar, from the Bible study I attended on the first evening in Juba. The sermon was challenging; hearing it was challenging too – I had taken a seat next to the air-conditioning unit which was working overtime to cool the room. I wasn’t about to turn it down though.

The distance between the MAF compound and the church is short enough to walk, allowing us to experience Juba at street level. Were it not for the masses of discarded plastic water bottles that proliferate every empty space, the city could have a certain charm. The roads are also dominated by vehicles that are either registered as belonging to international NGOs or the United Nations. While these remain the major presence on the streets, they indirectly reflect South Sudan’s underdeveloped status.

In the afternoon, I finally get a chance to justify packing my swimming shorts and take a dip in the pool that has been set-up on the MAF compound. The contrast from the searing heat is extremely welcome. Michael and Judith join me soon after and collectively we reflect on the fact that we are relaxing in a pool in one of the poorest countries of the world. It doesn’t seem right. And yet, it doesn’t seem right that Michael is an experienced pilot whose thousands of hours’ flying time could land him a very well paid job elsewhere, yet he volunteers his services in one of the poorest countries in the world. If an occasional chance to escape the heat by relaxing in a pool means Michael and Judith are willing to stay with the MAF team longer, then countless lives in South Sudan will directly benefit.

In the evening they invite me over to watch a documentary about South Sudan’s ‘Lost Boys’ who fled the country to escape the violence that was engulfing their homes during the war for independence. Scattered around the world, the plight of this group is a powerful reminder that South Sudan is one of the countries in the world most in need of prayer.

JUNE 15th

It’s the weekend! The day begins with meeting Judith (married to Mike who flew me yesterday) for a traditional South Sudanese meal of ‘rolexes’. In a country as visibly poor as South Sudan, it seems a strange idea that we are going to be munching on luxury watches for breakfast. I’ve also conscientiously been watching the food I eat so I don’t get an upset stomach, a goal that is unlikely to be helped by downing a load of metal cogs. Fortunately, the rolexes Judith returns with from a local vendor are actually rolled up chapatis with a fried egg inside. She informs us that she buys these rolexes from a trusted vendor to avoid picking up any fakes.

As we munch away, conversation turns to the subject of food. From what we saw from the skies yesterday, South Sudan is an incredibly lush land, with the potential to be a breadbasket that feeds all of Africa. With virtually no infrastructure in place on the ground, the country remains more of a basketcase.

Today is a big day for the team on the compound; a delivery of furniture for the newly built accommodation units is arriving. It’s a case of all hands on deck, as existing furniture is first moved to make way and then the huge truck is unloaded. The new desks, tables, cupboards and more all need taking to the correct houses and then require assembly. My mind is more than willing for the task, but my body is still weak. The reward for our labour is an evening meal at one of Juba’s up and coming restaurants along the Nile river.

JUNE 14th

It’s before 6am and the sun is yet to rise. We’ve slept in a wooden shack underneath a tin roof, in one of the least developed regions of the world. Despite these conditions, Adrian is up and sporting a clean and completely creaseless pilot’s shirt, ready for our departure back to Juba. He is of course British and I ponder whether any other nationality could maintain such a formal demeanour in this tropical setting.

We’re flying another of the families serving with Cush for Christ out of the country; Natalie, already a mother of two, is heavily pregnant and will be giving birth in Kenya where the medical facilities are much better. As we take-off from Malualkon, she is also hoping for a ‘weather-less’ day.

Adrian informs me that we need to stop off on the journey back to Juba in order to take on some more fuel. If we start running low, he tells me, we’ll have to fly slower. I ask him if running out completely means we’ll be up here all day. We land at the town of Wau, an airstrip that has recently been upgraded and tarmacked and the staff on the ground proudly inform us that the runway is now 300 metres longer than the one at Juba. MAF flights rarely stop at Wau, so we take the opportunity to tell the authorities we meet about the organisation’s work. This friendly approach pays dividends when I am given permission to take pictures of the plane refuelling. My colleagues in MAF Norway run an extensive appeal to raise funds for the fuel that keeps MAF flying and I know they will appreciate some fresh pictures to enhance this.

Taking off from Wau, Adrian and I start playing a little game. It’s not “I-spy”, but counting the number of wrecked aircraft that litter the sides of Wau’s airstrip. We finally agree on three. I discover later in the day that many of these abandoned wrecks carried weapons during the war for independence from north Sudan. The cargo was considered more precious than the aging carriers that flew it in, hence those that hadn’t crashed on landing had been abandoned and left to rust.

In Juba I say farewell to the Faris family and Adrian, and simply lower myself down from one MAF plane and climb on board another. Once again I’m allowed to sit up front as pilot Michael Dupuis prepares to take-off for the settlement of Keew (my third flight of the day and it’s not even noon). We’re taking a group of staff from Christian Mission Aid, an NGO which MAF flies regularly, to this remote location. Space has also been made on board to stash an 80kg freezer unit that will allow medicine to be stored at a temperature necessary to keep it effective.

Plans for this delivery are complicated by the fact that there has been rain in Keew and the runway may be too wet for a landing. There is however another strip close by in Jaibor where we are informed that conditions are dry enough. Two hours’ later, we fly over Keew and the muddy wheel marks of an aircraft that managed to take-off yesterday provide a clear warning that the ground is still wet. Jaibor it is then, a further five minutes’ flight.

The clinics that CMA run in both Jaibor and nearby Keew have been extensively resourced by MAF flights. Building materials, syringes, medical gloves, medicine and more have all been flown in. Simeon, who oversees the clinics, explains that bringing such supplies in overland would require a nine-day boat journey. I furiously scribble down all that he is telling me.

We are invited for a bite to eat and the extra time spent in Jaibor over midday is all valuable minutes for the airstrip at Keew to dry out. The heat is stifling and initially I assume the local villagers are all sheltering inside the ‘tukuls’ (mud huts with cone-thatched roofs) that dominate the view. I am corrected by one of the CMA staff who informs me that the earlier rain has sent people scampering to the fields for harvest preparations.

Potentially the shortest MAF flight in the world, we spend five minutes travelling from Jaibor to Keew (it is however a four-hour walk between the two settlements). The freezer is unloaded and we have to make a swift departure. Juba airport has been known to close abruptly at six o’clock, leaving us minutes to take-off if we are to get there in time. We arrive at six on the dot, the last flight to land at Juba that day.

Back with the MAF team, we share a meal together. This would be an ideal time for me to interview some of the group about the work that God has called them to. The schedule of the last week and today’s five flights has left me shattered though and I head for an early night.

JUNE 13th

The housing facilities at the MAF compound in Juba have recently been upgraded and I’m grateful that there is a little time in the morning to take a tour. Things are so new, that I’m actually being shown round a building site that has signs of work-in-progress everywhere. I’m also introduced to many of the local staff who fill vital support roles in MAF’s operations. With a chance in the next 48 hours to visit two destinations where MAF is supporting missionary activities, Judith reminds me that I have an opportunity to directly experience a side of the work that most of this team will never witness. A sense of humility and ‘standing-upon-the shoulders-of-giants’ descends upon me.

Less than 24 hours after arriving at Juba’s airport, I’m soon back there for a flight with MAF to Malualkon, a remote destination in the country’s north. We’re bringing in the Ward family who serve with Cush for Christ and pilot Adrian Rose prays for a safe journey.

Before departing, Adrian also invites me to sit with him up at the front of the plane. In MAF terms, a seat in the cockpit is considered on par with an upgrade to first class. Strapping myself in, I can’t help but notice the dazzling array of buttons and dials just in front of me. The temptation to start pushing random ones is overwhelming, but I discipline myself. The noise factor of flying with MAF remains though and Adrian passes me a chunky headphone set. Putting it in place, once again I find myself staring at the control panel, wondering if one of them will tune me into Classic FM.

Having not been able to hear anyone else during the earlier MAF flight, suddenly I can hear Adrian, Juba control tower and anyone else who cares to use the local aviation airwaves. The amount of chatter going back and forward between the planes that are coming and going is overwhelming. Fortunately things get quieter as we get airborne.

A short while later, Adrian informs me that we are likely to encounter some “weather” during the two-hour journey. It’s a somewhat strange statement, since his comment also leaves open the possibility that we may not experience any weather. What does a weather-less day involve I wonder? As the plane starts vibrating and shuddering, I soon come to understand that ‘weather’ is pilot-speak for rain and storm clouds. ‘Weather’ at 10,000 feet also has a particularly unpleasant smell about it, until Adrian explains that this has been caused by one of the Ward children vomiting into the black bag that is provided.

The arrival in Malualkon is a welcome one, both for those on board and the community that has come out en masse to greet us. We unload the Wards’ packages and depart the airstrip for Cush for Christ’s base. The half-dozen international staff are involved in a radio ministry there as well as offering discipleship courses for church leaders. They are also living a traditional missionary lifestyle, in shelters they have built themselves using local material (and a few resources flown in by MAF). Night descends as we eat together, and I talk with the team about how God is using their ministry. The tales are inspiring in many ways, but we have to return to Juba at first light, so we call it a night and I fall asleep staring at the incredible amount of stars that God has created.

JUNE 12th

Knowing that the roads will be chaotic, I wolf down far more chips than I should so we can take an early taxi to the MAF hangar. It’s the same driver who met me two days ago when I first arrived in the country. We probably would have made faster progress through the traffic by borrowing his mountain bike.

Today is a day of two halves. In the morning I train Katie, one of the MAF Kenya team who is helping us gather the reports, stories and photos that MAF UK needs to publicise the ministry. In the afternoon, I’m scheduled to board my fifth flight in three days, heading to Juba in South Sudan where MAF has an extensive operation.

Although MAF does operate shuttle flights between Nairobi and Juba, I’m flying direct with another airline. At least, I am hoping to fly... Upon check-in, I’m told that the flight has been delayed by a couple of hours. Needing to let people know I’ll be arriving later, I scan the walls, the car park and the terminal building for a payphone, to no avail. Eventually I ask a bystander if I can make a call from his mobile and he willingly agrees.

I have been reassured that Juba’s roads don’t yet have enough vehicles on them to do traffic jams and upon arrival that certainly seems to be the case. Driving around the capital of the world’s newest country, I’m also making a mental checklist of what else Juba doesn’t ‘do’ – buildings more than four storeys’ tall for a start.

My main contact on the Juba team is Judith, an extroverted Newfoundlander who I’ve met before at a training conference for MAF staff working in information-gathering roles. She has a Bible study that night at her place and we head straight there. Somehow she’s found out that today is my birthday and a plate of brownies, one including a candle, is produced. A group of mostly South Sudanese friends from the local church she attends perform a wonderful rendition of happy birthday, and the ice is broken for a study on Jeremiah. This is my first visit to South Sudan and within an hour, I am studying God’s Word with my brothers and sisters in Christ. What a privilege to belong to the largest and greatest family on earth!

JUNE 11th

The Methodist Guest House in Nairobi where I’m staying at serves chips for breakfast. My home for the next couple of days is making it possible for me to start the day with chips. I don’t have long to savour them though - I’m off to the MAF hangar at the city’s Wilson Airport, where I’ll be briefed about the organisation’s work in Kenya and South Sudan and then jump on my very first flight!

Along with a group of MAF UK’s trustees, we head off to Marsabit in the country’s north. All of us are flying MAF for the first time and we’re giddy with the excitement of schoolchildren. Our chatter comes to an abrupt halt as soon as the engine starts though – sitting on board a non-pressurised small aircraft has to be one of the best conversation killers going. Brad, our pilot, passes us all some much needed air plugs.

As with yesterday’s taxi, my views from the window are obscured – this time by clouds. With nothing but white fluffy stuff to see and no-one I can hear to talk to, I settle down for some of the sleep I lost en route to Kenya.

We’ve been advised by Brad to save our photos until arriving in Marsabit, because it apparently “looks much more like Africa”. As the plane lands on a remote airstrip, his description proves itself correct; reddish mud tracks snake through small basic units of accommodation, while the lush greenery thrives under the relentless sun.

We’re in Marsabit to see an orphanage that MAF has helped support. We meet Pastor John Arero who oversees the home and we head to his house first for lunch. The walls of his homely abode feature several certificates and photos; the pastor graduating from Bible college; and being presented a certificate by one of Kenya’s former presidents for his work amongst Marsabit’s least fortunate.

The orphanage is surprisingly empty, with most of the 35 children still in classes at the local schools they attend. We do however explore a sturdy chicken coop that MAF donors have provided the funding for. Ultimately this will be home to a hundred chickens and provide the orphanage with some much needed income. With there being no chickens in Marsabit, the animals will be flown in by MAF too. I’m left wondering if Brad also has a stash of chicken-sized earplugs?

Walking back to the airstrip I speak with Gabriel, a former resident at the home who is now a young man. His passion for Christ is overflowing and I’m delighted to hear that MAF is subsiding flights for him to complete a community development course in Nairobi, in order for him to assist the orphans and others in the town.

More clouds and more nod on the way back to Wilson. The four of us from MAF UK are being hosted by Brad and his wife for a meal that evening, but any road between the hangar and his accommodation has seemingly been shut for construction work. We complete the eight kilometre journey in slightly over two hours. Thankfully the trip back to the guesthouse takes a matter of minutes and I’m soon in bed, dreaming of fried potato.

JUNE 10th

My taxi driver tells me he likes mountain biking. Nothing so unusual about that, except I’m in Kenya, and I wasn’t expecting the capital Nairobi to be a global hotspot for those who like to trek on two wheels. Maybe it is? I’m not actually spotting many mountains, but with night having fallen I’m not seeing too much out of the car windows… except the number plate of the car in front. We’re stuck in a traffic jam and after taking two flights with a stopover in the middle of the night, I’m not actually relishing the moment.

I’m not here for the thrills and an African adventure though. As a communications officer serving with Mission Aviation Fellowship, I’m here to experience what God is doing through the teams in Kenya and neighbouring South Sudan. I’m hoping this insight will enable me to better tell others, that they may be inspired to partner with us through prayer and support.





















 

We're in Kenya!

I left my house at 4.00pm on Tuesday met up with my colleague Richard. We both travelled by train arrived onwards to Heathrow. We both waited for our plane headed straight off to Dubai Nairobi, Kenya. We both arrived at 3.00pm Wednesday afternoon.

My first experience was trying to fill out 5 different forms for a visa, the experience for me was tough. As a Dyslexic this was my worst nightmare! Once working out what other people were doing around me I just copied what they were doing it was fine.

Kenya is three hours ahead so we actually met our taxi at 3.30pm Nairobi time. With not knowing much of what to expect and having never been to Kenya or even Africa before! Exciting times!

I didn’t know what to expect before the airport opened, once I walked out of the airport, I was totally immersed in a new world.

I was immediately overwhelmed firstly by the noise; the traffic is lots of road signs, advertising billboards indicating and the noise. Cars, bikes and buses just moving forward into any available space that was available, at first it was gridlock once everyone worked out where to go – everything feel into place the traffic was moving quickly. A bit too quickly at times

On the drive across the city, there were many people walking along the side of the roads, many were in suits  and colourful rich clothes heading home from work and school. You could feel the hustle and bustle of a city but one like none I had ever experienced before.

All the people in the city were walking in and out of the fast moving traffic not looking where they were going. No one seemed to notice this chaos. Once I settled into the journey I could see there were many vacant and derelict buildings littering the landscape many unfinished. The buildings had many Chinese billboards and advertising; I was told later on the MAF staff that many nationalised Chinese companies are investing heavily into the Kenyan economy which marked changing times in the new globalised economy. This seems to give the Kenyan capital energy which you felt all around you.

Fighting through the traffic and people-watching made the time fly and the taxi arrived at MAF's hangar at Wilson Airport. I spent the day meeting with all the staff who works in a variety of positions. The aircraft in Hangar looked amazing! Much bigger in size than I have expected!  I will be uploading photos to the MAF website and Facebook when I have arrived back from the UK. Amazing stuff!

I spent a couple hours with the MAF engineers taking apart a whole aircraft. Incredible seeing the engineers taking aprt each piece of the engine putting it back together shortly afterwards!

Wow what a epic day. We landed at the Hotel totally exhausted... Its many hours on the plane with no sleep, GREAT! We will be heading back to the MAF hangar at Wilson Airport in the morning to find out more about the Kenyan programme. I’m really excited to finally see MAF’s work in the field seeing difference that the planes and MAF staff make in Kenya. I will be keeping you posted with future updates when we have internet! Take care.  Marcus J

First visit

For the next 7 days I will be reporting for MAF from Kenya with my colleague Richard Hubbard.  Richard is an experienced traveller, however this will be my first visit to Africa, I will be recording thoughts and experiences in this blog whilst visiting various MAF partners, programmes and people.

We will be going to Mfangano Island in Lake Victoria, where we will be meeting the children and teachers from the Gethsemane Garden Christian Centre. We will be handing out plane messages from the recent Christmas appeal and will record the children's response on film, so that we can share this special moment with you.

There may be opportunities during the week to go out on some MAF flights and experience the work that MAF does first hand, this will be particularly exciting for me as I am usually the person who updates all the online materials in the UK.

Watch this space, like us on Facebook or follow us on Twitter for regular updates on our journey. We would love to share the blog with your friends. Please pray for us.


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Entry 7

Today was the day the operations started (well, ish because there were a few yesterday evening...)

At the start we talked to Dr. Eric and a patient - she (Jacklin) was a gorgeous young woman, however when you looked at her left eye it was bulging and milky-looking. Apparently, when she was 2 years old she had an accident, and the doctor who looked after her made a mistake and she could no longer see out of that eye, plus occasionally it would hurt her. But mainly the problem was that it didn't look particularly attractive.

We then went to see the surgery room. It was different... With English surgery rooms it's very clean and sterile. Well this was very not sterile, and the equipment was very basic... But somehow, so Dr Eric told us, people didn't really get infections, so erm, ok? Anyway after an exchange of pleasantries we watched the surgeries begin! (exciting moment)

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Jacklin had her eye taken out (usually you would expect someone to be deeply upset to lose a part of themselves) but after the operation, when we saw her, she had a patch over her eye and a massive smile stretching from ear to ear. A fake eye has been ordered to be put in tomorrow!

The blind man I mentioned yesterday went in just as we left, but I really want to see him, seeing the world all over again!


(Please pardon the lateness of the post, I had more Internet troubles... And just pretend this is 2 days ago... Yeah, I'm not awkward at all!)

Assessment Room (Part 4)

Assessment Room Part 4

A blind man came into the assessment room. After an examination we found out that he has an infection in his eyes, and he has cataracts. But the doctors can remove the cataracts and cure the infection. (I'm so grateful that he would be able to see again, it was so sad to watch him, because he had no idea where he was or what was going on, but his wife was so caring and loving towards him.)

There was a mother and daughter, the daughter needed the surgery for cataracts, but it was complicated in her case and they needed state-of-the-art equipment to do the operation, which they did not have here in Mtwara. They would need to take the girl to Dar Es Salaam, and then they both cried because they just couldn't go there. It had been a big thing for them to come to Mtwara, but to go to the big city was just too overwhelming - and the cost would be too much as well.

Assessment Room (Part 3)

Assessment Room Part 3

One lady had her cateracts removed years ago, but it was done the old-fashioned way and they removed her lens, and they gave her really thick glasses (that is simply how they did it, removed the lens, then gave glasses). But now Dr. Eric has ordered a fake lens (from Dar Es Salaam - it's on a bus as we speak! - Don't doubt the bus!) to put into her eye, so she doesn't have to wear glasses anymore (neat, huh?).

Assessment Room (Part 2)

Assessment Room Part 2

It's sad to find out that some people can't be helped at all. Due to bad eye services (no opticians, etc) problems go undetected and some people have lost the communication between their eyes and their brain, or the cateract is too thick and nothing can be done because of it, except to can give them an injection in the eye nerve connectiong to the brain so it will at least kill the pain. The poor patients says:
"Give me a drug so I can see." And it's hard to say (as Dr Eric did to one poor man),
"No, we can't do anything".
It's a shame because normally all it takes is vitamin pills, or eye drops, or even an injection (*shudder* I hate them) at an early stage to prevent this kind of blindness.

Assessment Room (Part 1)

Assessment Room (part 1)

When I was observing what was going on I learnt that, some eye problems can trigger other problems such as cateracts. Cateracts cannot be removed util they have "matured" (reached a certain thickness), if they take them off too soon then the eyes will probably be damaged - let's use an orange as a sort-of-example:

If the skin on the orange isn't ripe and is too tight then you will probably damage the orange eg. the juice comes out, (please not the eye wouldn't do that, but it would be damaged). However if the cateracts are too thick, like the skin on an orange it will come off easily but lots of "pith" (you know that weird, tasteless white suff?) is left behind, it's like that...

Entry 2

Sorry I didn't update yesterday (internet problems) so here's what happened yesterday!

We arrived at the clinic at 3:00pm (Roughly... Well it was the conclusion we finally reached). Soon after we arrived they started the assessments, the waiting room was FULL! There were so many people (and the nurses had already assessed that they needed treatment).

First we sat and watched in the Surgery Assessment room. (I think it's overwhelming reading it all in a big chunk, so its gonna be in smaller chunks)

Alright, what happens in the Assessment room will be in the next few blogs - "stay tuned folks!" :D

The First Entry- Introductions

Alright the first entry of my blog ... (unnecessary suspense!)
We all know we have to get the nitty-gritties over and done with, so here goes:

My name is Emma-Lee, and I've come with my parents (Lesley and Nic Taaffe) and we're from Amptill, Bedfordfordshire in England.

We go to Ampthill Baptist Church, and I am a student at Wootton Upper School.
We are here in Tanzania to see MAF in action (http://www.maf-uk.org/) MAF has organised a group of doctors to come out here on an "eye-safari" which means they will be removing cataracts, and helping with other eye problems (which will allow people to see again). This is going to be very interesting - to see Africa with my own eyes, to really experience it and see if it is anything like what I have read and heard about it - and I am really excited! (Woo!)

We are going to a town called Mtwara, Tanzania (On the south coast of the country, on the Mozambique border). The locals speak KiSwahili and English. Tanzania has a pleasent tropical climate (25C - 30C) (yes, pleasant indeed! *puts on sunglasses* oh yeah!)

Well that wasn't too difficult *puts down book -"The Idiot's Guide to Blogging"*

So to the Three of Three

International travel requires patience – which is not my best attribute! So I arrive at Nairobi airport even more well ahead of time than the recommended 3 hours to find the flight is delayed for 2 hours. But I bump into MAF pilot Brad Sinclair who is on his way to the MAF South Africa programme for flight orientation prior to starting flying in the Kenya programme. His flight was delayed even more than mine so we end up in Java House, the airport restaurant, and the hours passed by quickly as we engage in conversation. One of those God spots. Arriving in Uganda I am struck by how green it is.

With a late arrival I was more than happy to meet my hosts for the week - Laurie and Emma Nason. Laurie is the IT Manager.

During the week I have been made to feel very welcome and to be invited to the homes of many of the international staff. It has given me the opportunity to be a listening ear and to bring some perspective to the challenges of life. I have also attended many of the sessions of the RMC (Regional Managers Conference). The RMC gives the Country Managers, based in Africa with MAF International, the opportunity to pray and to discuss various topics. I led a couple of sessions on Relationship Management which looks at the various factors that contribute to good working relationships as well as exploring areas that need developing. The session below was led by Annie Russell the MAFI HR Manager based in Ashford.

On Wednesday we joined all the staff to celebrate the opening of the new hangar in Kajjansi which is the airport where MAF Uganda operates. The building of the hangar has been an incredible achievement which has been hindered by a seemingly endless number of setbacks. Steve Forsyth (Programme Manager) is giving thanks to Kees Barendse (Maintenance Director) and Martijn Verboom (Engineer) for their tremendous commitment and hard work in the hangar building project.

A stark difference between the cramped conditions of the old hangar and the new.

As I prepare to leave from my visit to Kenya, South Sudan, and Uganda I am thankful for all that I have learnt, experienced, the staff I have met, and for the amazing work that MAF does as followers of Jesus.

So to the second of three

South Sudan was HOT and when I arrived in Nairobi from Juba, the capital of South Sudan, it was pouring with rain and rather COOL. It seemed to take longer to get to the guest house from the airport than it did to fly from Juba! It was a welcome relief to meet Alan Sully, the Programme Manager, and his wife Davina to share in a very large dish of Ethiopian food. We then relaxed around a wood fire at their home. A pleasant end to a long day.



First thing in the morning at the MAF Office was to join them for a time of praise, Bible teaching and prayer. It was a most uplifting experience with harmonious singing, a challenging talk and fervent prayer.



Next a visit to Wilson airport to meet Jane Wambui. Jane has been with MAF for a number of years after completing her pilot training in Kenya.



My first proper job was a development engineer in the electrical laboratory of the Ford Motor Company. So for me it was a fascinating to spend some time talking ‘techy’ stuff with Hannu Heinonen who is the chief avionics engineer. He is an absolute whizz on all things electronic such as radar, satellite positioning systems, and radios along with all the other specialist instrumentation on board modern aircraft used by MAF. He has also built some complex testing equipment.



One aspect of living in Nairobi is the traffic jams. I used to think the M25 was bad. This is worse. And even though the distance from the 2 MAF compounds to Wilson Airport is under 10 km It can take up to an hour in heavy traffic. Taking children to school or after a hard day’s work flying, working in the hangar or office it is a drain on energy and patience keeping safe in Nairobi where the rules of the road are loosely adhered to.



And finally it is always a joy to spend time with families. Sensing the call of God in their lives to use their skills to bring physical and spiritual hope to those in remote areas. Adrian and Lindsay Rose have been in the programme for a number of years. Adrian has a lot experience of the Cessna Caravan will soon begin flying the bigger PC12.



Steve and Katie Machell have only been in Nairobi a few weeks with their children. Steve is currently obtaining all the licenses he needs to fly in the Kenya programme. I know they would appreciate our prayers as they settle into the programme, accommodation and new schools for the children.

So first off – South Sudan.

So first off – South Sudan. The newest country in our world. First impressions on nearing Juba (see photo below) is relatively barren land with a sparse population. It is also HOT! Normally around 40 degrees centigrade or 105 degrees Fahrenheit.



First evening had a meal with the Juba team of international staff. Going round the table from left. Laura volunteered to be a short term base administrator. Gero an experienced MAF Pilot. Brian (that’s Laura’s husband) normal does IT with MAF US and its continuing his IT work remotely (the wonders of modern technology!). Cory – He is from the US and is volunteering for a few months seeking the Lord’s direction. Adrian – arrived the same day as me and is doing a 2 month stint helping with the operations. Adrian and his wife have been with MAF for many years but he is helping throughout the year on short term work.. And lastly Mike who is a pilot.



The MAF office at Juba made out of 2 porta-cabins. The Juba base is undergoing significant developments in the coming year.



Got up very early in the morning – that’s me! To help with loading a Cessna Caravan. Mike told me that he had recently taken Baroness Cox on a flight recently as she is currently on visit to assess the current situation.



Now I am back in Nairobi. Please pray for the staff in South Sudan as there is considerable tension between the Government of the Sudan in the north and South Sudan over the oil fields on the border. I understand that fighting has taken place.

East Timor

East Timor (or Timor Leste as it is known within the country) is hot and humid, but very beautiful. Formerly a Portuguese colony, later invaded by Indonesia, it is the world’s second youngest country - 10 years old in May. There is a noticeable UN presence, to support this young nation in building government and infrastructure. The UN will withdraw at the end of this year.

The capital, Dili, is located on the northern edge of the country, looking out over calm blue waters that seem to merge with the sky in the absence of any visible horizon. The various islands in the distance seem to just hover in the blue. The city is small and cleaner than many places I’ve been to. Most buildings are one storey high. Amongst the crowds passing along the roadside are individuals carrying a pole over their shoulder, an assortment of produce to sell hanging from either end of the pole, like freshly caught fish strung up with reeds. Elsewhere are market stalls lining the road, with neatly arranged piles of brightly coloured strange shaped vegetables or exotic fruits - purples, reds, greens.

Having landed at about 7am (and only managing an hours sleep while overnight in Darwin airport) the schedule for our time in Timor Leste is packed - we begin interviews with partners at 8:30am. There are numerous NGOs working here, and those who fly with MAF include World Vision, Oxfam, Pradet, and the Royal Australasian College of Surgeons (RACS).

Friday I flew down to Oecusse, a part of the country which is cut off due to it being surrounded by Indonesia in Western Timor. Options to access Oecusse include: a 12 hour boat trip; a long overland drive that requires a lot of paperwork to cross the Indonesian borders; or by air with MAF (or the UN until they pull out of the country). The MAF flight to bring in a RACS plastic surgery team from Adelaide enabled the team to practically immediately hold the pre-operation clinic to review the cases planned for the week ahead, despite them only having arrived in Dili early that morning. 26 operations were planned, mostly cleft palette in children and two women, but there were a couple of limb deformities for surgery too.

In Oecusse I also met with representatives from Caritas. They took me out to the village of Aos Ero where they had been working on a number of projects with the people, including food sustainability and a microfinance. The villagers had been informed of our visit in advance and were all gathered to greet us and present us with gifts – woven scarves – on our arrival. Their warm and generous welcome was humbling, their poverty clearly evident along with their excitement and smiles over our visit. While the majority of their subsistence crops had already been harvested their maize grew high and close to their palm-roofed huts. Underneath the maize they were growing pumpkins as ground cover and food (including the leaves), some of which they sell at the market in town. There was a real sense of pride over what they had been able to achieve with their microfinance programme, the village having a small cooperative bank from which members have been able to take loans to buy a cow, or for assistance with children’s school fees, or to purchase medicines. It is what I love the most about these research trips – meeting people who ultimately benefit from what MAF does; who have so little but who are so welcoming to strangers. But I was also told that our visit meant a lot to the villagers too – that there are people from far away who care about them.

And so I come to the end of another overseas trip. It has been interesting to visit three separate programmes back-to-back, and as a result see such striking differences between the people and the work that MAF does in each. During my trip I’ve been reading Max Meyers’ book ‘Eyes Turned Skywards’ – a great and thought provoking read – to learn a little more about the work of MAF in this region over the past decades. I work for a Christian mission organisation which is motivated by God’s love to help meet the needs of people in isolated places, most often in a very practical way by providing access. It’s an organisation where hi-tech (aviation) meets poverty and basic human need. The role I have seems very small in the grand scheme of things, and staring out of the plane window enroute to Darwin this morning I was considering this – the privilege of meeting so many isolated people, and those that serve them, and wondering why God had given me task. But Max’s book reminds me of the importance of telling the story – the many stories – to inspire others who cannot visit the places but who ultimately fund the work of MAF, many of whom are inspired to help unseen strangers because of the Gospel – the greatest story of good news. God has a plan, and a love for people that cannot be quenched. I am thankful that I have just a small part to play in telling stories too and sharing God’s love with others.

Elcho Island

Yesterday I flew out to Elcho Island. The population on Elcho is about 2,300 and is made up of about 17 different clans, though only 3 of these have homelands on the actual island (i.e. they originate from there). So the small town around the airstrip is called a ‘community’ rather than a homeland. Here, as elsewhere across Arnhem Land, the people are hunter gatherers – obtaining much of their diet from their surrounding environment. But I wouldn’t have guessed this as their homes are not of a traditional design, and look both permanent and quite a good size until you learn that large extended families live in them altogether. I was informed that only one man had a ‘green thumb’ in the community, unusual in that he had a garden where he was growing fruit and vegetables for his family.

I visited one of our partners, CSIS (Co-ordinating Support for Indigenous Scriptures), which comes under the overarching umbrella of the United Church of Australia. Having completed translation of the New Testament in one of the aboriginal languages, the CSIS team is now using it as the source document for translation work into a number of the other indigenous languages in Arnhem Land. But what do you do with the translated work (quite a sizeable book) in a place where a high percentage of the population are illiterate? Recognising the problem, CSIS also has a team – Mary and Sandra - working on ways to share and teach their people, with illustrated and digital resources (many people have mobile phones – a tool for reaching them).

I also visited Lake Evella, another outpost where two MAF families are based. Here I met pilot Daniel Roth’s adopted mother Lucy (actually, she’s just one of his mothers). Daniel has been based there for 6 years and what was lovely to see was the genuine concern and care Lucy had for her adopted son and his family.

Having flown back into Gove, this evening I attended the children’s outreach in Yirkala, facilitated by the MAF ministry team. From experience they have learnt that none of the children arrive until darkness has fallen, so we didn’t rush dinner. Having set things up under a spot light on a grassy area, and with music playing, about 50-60 children appeared and had a load of fun – playing games, tug-of-war, action songs, Bible story and teaching, and a supper of sausages (possibly the only protein they’ll eat in the week), bread and bananas. It was the first time I’ve seen children here really enjoying themselves. I sat talking with Eunice who had brought her grand children along to participate – for her it was really important that they hear about Jesus, and she shared how she and other women in the community gather each week to pray together for their people.

During my time here in Arnhem Land I’ve discovered the term ‘Fourth World’, used in relation to minority populations or sub-cultures existing within a first world country but with a standard of living of a third world population. It is a term that is helping me to realise that in such circumstances, where you find a strong sub-culture existing where another dominant culture has control, there are some unique challenges. There doesn’t appear to be any common ground between the two. For example, for the aborigines attendance at funerals (which can last for days if not weeks) and ceremonies is much more important than work responsibilities. So if there is a funeral within the extended family, an employee will be absent from work for its duration. Then consider how strong, in western society, the work ethic is. You can imagine the potential difficulties that arise when the two meet. It’s been fascinating!

Tomorrow I head off to East Timor. Hopefully there’ll be easy access to internet to share a little of what I see there.