Our Saturday trip to teach Brother Charles didn't go quite as planned. We allowed the usual 40 minutes to get there. It is 10 kilometers from our apartment. We saw a lot of cars crowding together to try and squeeze into whatever lane might get moving.
It doesn't help the congestion when there is a broken down van to your left.
Oops, there is also a broken down white car on the right. Fortunately we have a small enough car to fit between the two stalled cars.
We were happy to get past this truck before the ropes broke and the contents dumped out on the road. Luck ran out when we got to an exit and the police made all cars get off the expressway. There had been an accident with some truck spilling dangerous liquid on the road. After exiting, we got stuck going the opposite direction. We finally had the Elders get out and get a ride on an Okada so that someone showed up for the appointment. They were an hour late at least, and it turned out that Brother Charles had gone out to the store and couldn't get back home on time because of the same accident. They finally got connected, and everything turned out OK. We survived our 3 hour drive to nowhere, and I'm sure it will be something to laugh about one of these days.
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