We returned to the Christian Centre again. This time, the cooks and their children were nowhere to be seen. We attended church, along with the locals.
After the worship service, we performed the Prodigal Son Skit again for both the adults as well as the children.
Then, we sat down and attended the Sunday School service with the children. Not unlike in Singapore, most were listening attentively but there were a few mischievous ones who were looking everywhere but at the teachers.
While we were in PVCC, Uncle Emi, Uncle Meng and Uncle Wee Koon rode on motorbikes to visit Villages Krang Pon and Chan to interact with the locals and preach to them. Pastor Mike stayed on to preach in PVCC.
When Sunday School was over, we returned to the hotel. I went over to Aunty Bee Wah's room, where the other kids were watching TV and eating cup noodles. I had two whole cups of Tom Yam noodles for lunch. Meanwhile, the adults were still in PVCC, wrapping up the service.
We soon left for Prey Kla Village. The ride to Prey Kla village was so bumpy that we were literally bouncing in our seats. We saw padi fields, ducks and cows but were unable to take any photos as it was too bouncy and the photos all came out blurry. Thank God it was not raining as the bus might have gotten stuck in the mud, causing us to be delayed.
When we finally arrived, we visited the farmhouse. There was a whole pen of ducks there! They were really silly and the moment we walked over, they waddled in the opposite direction, quacking loudly in alarm! It was really funny! After the adults finally managed to get us to stop teasing the ducks, we did balloon sculpting for each and every kid in the village.
Originally, some of us were supposed to do a worship service in the church but it was so small that only 2 adults and 1 translator could fit in it, so only Pastor Mike and Aunty Ann went in. This is the outside of the church...
And the inside!
Some of the kids came back for more after they had gotten the first balloon. I noticed there was a simple playground next to the place where we were doing the balloon sculpting.
Soon, we visited Hope village. The 3 adults who had left to visit the other villages earlier on joined us as well. Hope village did not have a playground, but it was more creative. It used a tyre as a swing and put wooden barrels in the open field for the kids to play with. I saw a few boys playing Frisbee with a slipper.
When we wanted to do balloon sculpting, the kids did not want us to do it for them. Rather, they wanted to learn how to do it themselves. Some boys were duelling with balloons that had merely been blown up but not sculpted.
On top of that, Hope village was self-sufficient. It did not need to buy food or water from elsewhere. It had a system to cleanse rainwater for consumption or personal use. They also grew their own food to eat.
It was my family's turn at devotion and worship that day. We sang the songs that I had chosen and gave out the song sheets to everyone.
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