Monday, September 26, 2011

First letter from Hyderabad India 9-26-2011

Hey family how are yall india is pretty crazy place. This week has been somthin special to say the least the first few days of the MTC were hard but i half to say the First few days in the field are 1000 times harder. I asume Port Myke and Kent know what im talking about it is so weird to be here and be in a new world where everything is new from the food to the cars to the people and the new language called Indian english aka they cant speak english at all like a 10 word vocab on average. This place is so dirty like take the worst place you have ever been and dubble everything is so nasty and my whole world stinks twenty for seven it just smells like garbage truck everywhere you go it is not helping especially because most the time i am about to puke because i just ate indian food which is so nasty i ate only that for the first three days here then i couldent take it any more and was very sick i dident eat anything for the next 24 hours to let my stomach recover and then i went and bought a box of cereal which is hard to find and very expensive here compared to there food and then some bread and peanut butter and honey im saved. but ya it is so weird here all the cars here are small and about eighty percent desiel cars everything from the trucks to the small cars and i have never seen the company there made by.
Any ways church was so different here they dont know the tune of the songs so the music sounds terrable and in class they say it in english then repet every thing in teligue it is the language every one speaks here. But at the same time church was so good for me to see that they really are the same here and feel the same spirit that we do they are such a quiet people but they are so sweet they know its true and they have so much faith to be members here where the church is so small taht you know that they are truly converted if they keep coming. My companion is elder Sampara he is a good kid he has only been out for three months but he is from india a city thats in our mission so he knows what he is doing here he can be a bit bossy and talks to me like im 5 sometimes with his pretty good english and it kinda irritates me but i tell him where to get off when it gets bad enough that it really bugs me. I live in an apartment with four Elders all of which are indian and so it is a bit nerve racking when i just want to talk to someone regular that understands me and i understand them like in america and none of them can especially because we have spent so much time in out apartment cooped up because in the city im in ever since i got here they are having some political war over which state should get hyderbad and so they have what they call (bunt) and the auto's, trains and busses dont run they protest and if they do run people run around and smash there windows so concequently we are on restriction we can only do member apointments and teach people if they come to the church because we cvant travel and they cant travel and werer not aloud to go tracting due to conditions so we do a lot of sitting in the apartment all day. But i have gotten lots of time to read and its been good when it was hard the first few days i turned on my music loud in the apartment and read jesus the christ for like three and a half hours strait and it really helped me wrap my head around things that book is amazing. (ps thanks for the music Myke) im going to send this much and then send more because the power goes on for a coupel hours in the city then off for a coupel so ya i might loose this if i dont send it. 

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