Travels to Angola

I left DFW on Saturday afternoon and landed in Frankfurt Sunday morning. I had a 12 hour layover so I headed to the city of Frankfurt for some sightseeing. I had fun visiting the churches there, they are very beautiful! Sadly, they are now mostly used as tourist spots, not so much to praise Jesus. I then headed out from Frankfurt to Luanda on Sunday night, and arrived in Luanda at 5 am. The international airport was very nice, looked just like a Western one. I waited for a while for someone to meet me but since I knew the flights to Lubango left around 7am, I asked a security guard officer to show me where the domestic airport was.
This security guard turned out to be my guardian angel :) He spoke English! He made sure I made it safely to the domestic airport and helped me buy my ticket. At this point, I assumed he would leave me to fend for myself, but he stayed by my side as the people at the ticket counter yelled (no English there) at me about my carry-on bag being too heavy (limit was 5 kg). Sadly, they made me pay $40 :( As I was going through security, my guardian angel told me that he was a pastor there in Luanda. What a blessing! I managed to get on the plane just in time!
So, I fell asleep as soon as I got on the plane, and when I landed, I grabbed my backpack and purse and headed out to the bus they had for us. At this point I noticed that we were at some sort of military training camp, but I figured, ha, must be another part of the Lubango airport. As I am going through customs here (just a hole in the wall of a small cement building) I was asked who I was staying with in Benguela. I said, no! I am going to Lubango, NOT Benguela!!! I had NO idea the plane had an ealier stop before Lubango. I rushed back out, and thankfully the plane was still there. But again, this was a military camp, so they all had guns and stuff, so I was little afraid to just run back to the plane. An older man helped me, and explained the situation to one of the high ranking officers there. This officer turns around, walks around the building and comes out with a motorcycle. He got on, turned it on, and motioned for me to get on! I must have been a sight, with my backpack and purse, seated behind this captain/general hurrying towards the plane!
Anyways, everyone on the plane got quite a laugh from all this, and I'll admit I did too. Definitely felt like a total foreigner!
I arrived safely in Lubango, Peggy (Dr. Foster's wife) was waiting for me :)
I've been very busy at the hospital, I will try to write again tomorrow!
Please pray for one of our patients, she is a 6 month old with leukemia, and we have started her on chemo.