Nupo cont'd

All this was before 9am. At 9 bible school began. One man had walked 6 hours from his village within Burma to come to the meeting. He was a type of Karen even the Thai pastors had never seen before. We shared short testimonies with the bible school after they had taught.
Then we walked down to the Nupo Refugee Camp. No one stopped us entering and actually it felt a lot like a village - except that the population of 20,000+ can't leave. It was an eye-opener, and this is one of the nicer camps.

Nupo Bible School

After a bone jarring pothole slamming last stretch of road we skidded to a stop beside a bamboo hut- the Bible School. We slept on the bamboo stage under mozzie nets and it was relatively comfortable even though Jenny had turned into a baby zombie by that time.

In the morning, the village rose with the chickens and we could hear the muslim prayer call echoing from the valley as well as see the orange robed Buddhists monks chanting as they walked in single file. Josh was difficult to wake and I could hear the villagers say to the Thai pastors, 'oh your poor friends must be tired from the travel'.
After breakfast of noodles, we went to pay a visit to the village cheif. He was surprisingly young- the Karen elect their cheifs based on education among other traits- and he was the only born-again Christian in the village he led.

We heard some of his struggles, he invited my church to return and partner in ministry there and we prayed for his family, especially his new baby. Fairly important meeting, I thought.

Burmese Refugee camp- on the road.

On monday Jenny, Josh and I- the triple j team are going to a camp. It is 4-5 hours drive to Mae sot and then another 4-5 up the mountains to the camp where displaced Karen people live.



Ive heard the road up there has 1992 bends in it so I've packed drammamine!