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By now we had decided to switch from the 38000 two-person rooms to the 19000 four-person rooms, which saved us tons of money, but sacrificed a small number of petty luxuries. The team was very tired today, so only three of us went to the prayer meeting: Leon, Cindy, and I. There we prayed and spent some time learning and teaching some new ice-breakers, and we had a lot of fun playing the games and just having some fellowship. Prayer walking also started today, and we split into groups, taking different routes but arriving at the same destination which was the home of the young man with a tumor in his head and his mother, who was also sick. Dembee was our group leader, and he said, "Be very careful because we are going through the most dangerous part of the city." He also informed us that the minivan-like taxis were nicknamed "crazy-mouse" because they were involved in so many accidents. Anyway, it was a very long walk, moving farther and farther from the buildings and apartments and gradually moving into the ger and tent areas. Tsengee gave me some candy, and that made me feel better. We spent a lot of time praying for their family, and discussing the situation. We were so involved that it quickly grew time for the Family Conference, which started today, to begin. Since we were late, we scratched the idea of walking back and sped off on foot to the nearest bus stop. I spent a lot of time talking to Ganbaa and Gambaa on the way. Pastor Ricky was doing the main speaking at the conference, with some workshops by a few of the other adults. It was our team's job, then, to take care of the kids and give them crafts and games to do. Unfortunately, there was some sort of communication snafu and the kids didn't know that they were supposed to come that day, and the building for the children's program was not unlocked for us. So instead we spent the day talking and playing games with each other.
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