This is the longest post I’ve ever written (over 2500 words) and is a story of both our most exciting and worst day during our sabbatical in Indonesia.
You hear stories of tourists or foreigners getting robbed but you never think it will happen to you. I’m too careful, you think. I don’t frequent areas where robberies occur, you believe. But the truth is you can get robbed anywhere whether you travel or you stay home.
Any Other Sunday
The day started the same as any other day. It was our last Sunday in Indonesia before ending our sabbatical and flying back to the United States.
We got up a bit late and were rushing around to make Church service on time. We had been attending the local neighborhood Church in Kopo Permai where my wife had taught Sunday school many years ago.
My in-laws had already left for the Church that they attend so we were left to lockup the house. We locked our bedroom and then headed out the front door, locking the door and security gate behind us. Then I spent 5 minutes wrestling with the front gate lock before it finally submitted to my will.
My wife and kids were already a block away so I ran to catch up with them.
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