So we board the bus to Dar. 12hrs. Some off-road. Unbelievably hot. Unbelievably uncomfortable. The landscape (big boulders, bigger skies) becomes less interesting. All we can think about are our stomachs and our backsides. An evening in the YMCA only brings bible toting fools. Even after 4 days of brain numbing travel weariness, we can still confuse an evangelical with one question.