Today, we went to the little village church. It was sweltering hot, and up in the loft, with lots of people jammed in, it was even hotter. Danielle felt a bit woozy, but was OK after a while. On the way home, we stopped half way to have lunch at a hotel right on the escarpment with views of the mountains. On the way up, we saw some snow capped mountains, and green valleys, and terraced hillsides, luxuriously green with rice fields. The statue of Shiva, the destroyer, 143 feet high, stared ominously down the Kathmandu valley. By the time we came back the cloud had settled over the mountain caps unfortunately, but still the view was spectacular. Grahame had a very novel lunch. He ordered a chicken drumstick dinner, and as you can see it was amazingly decorated to look like a chicken. On a bed of mashed potatoes, with a mashed potato head, peppercorn eyes and carrot wings and comb and tail. It looked better than it tasted, but it was one of those fascinating moments we have here. On the way home, there were two big trucks broken down on the winding road around the mountains and also we saw two other trucks that had gone into the deep ditch on the side of the road. I have no idea how they get them out, way out there without a crane or something. The road is narrow enough without broken vehicles blocking the way. We are always conscious of the possible dangers, and pray for the Lord's protection. Apparently there were 5 children saved from the terrible landslide that swept away three villages, and we hope to be able to take them into the hostel. It is not official yet. Imagine, those little things seeing their whole families, communities and villages swept away. It is all that they know. Please remember these little orphans in your prayers.