That was pretty much all I heard the last two days :)

Two days ago, we went to visit a Pastor in a village that I can neither spell nor pronounce... Adam or Herb have it written down. We were the first American's to visit their village. The kids were amazing. As soon as they figured out I had a camera they swarmed around calling out "One Please!" and pointing to themselves. Whenever I would try to take a picture of one, they would all crowd around him - usually until I couldn't see the original kid anymore! Lets just say I didn't get any rest :)

The village itself was very poor - its about what you would think of when you think of thatched huts. Very beautiful and very poor.

We spent that night and last light in Vijayawada and visited Pastor Emmanuel (Veer's hilarious replacements as our translator) and his fathers' churches yesterday. It being sunday they were having church services, so of course we went to them. Herb even got to get up and deliver a short message (well it would have been short except for the translating). It was a lot of fun to sing praise with them.

The kids at both of these churches apparently had friends at the last orphanage, because as soon as I brought out my camera cries of "One Please!" went up again.

This morning we went to visit a slum. This slum is situated on the river and actually floods about 7 feet every year during the rainy season. During this time its inhabitants have to relocate to bus stations and other areas. This area was very difficult. There were many many more kids than adults. It turns out that the main form of income in that area is from prostitution. Because of this many of the adults have HIV and die early, leaving the kids, most of whom also have HIV, to fend for themselves. We met a small family of 5 (4 kids and their father). The father works as a bicycle mechanic and the oldest daughter (about 6) works as a dishwasher in one of the bigger houses. Their house was about 5 feet hight - we stooping to go inside (not that we all fit). Two of the kids in their family had HIV as did the father. Its heart breaking to see them.

This afternoon we are going to anantapur to visit O'Palush.

I'll write a again when I get a chance. Thanks to everyone who keeps up with us. It helps to know there are people back home reading.

Mike