Thursday evening
Around 8:00 p m , Harry, one of the young Batak men who works here at the cottages, picks up his guitar and begins strumming out on the veranda. I join him, sitting on the pole railing, with my back to the lake, singing along when we come to a familiar tune. He drifts into Batak music and is joined by a second guitar. Then, down from the lounging area closest to the counter, where food/drinks are ordered, a young German woman, Yvonne, comes to sit next to me. Her boyfriend, Peter, takes a walk to the lake. She buys Harry a beer and we listen to him playing his songs. Batak music is happy. There is lots of rhythm and the beat is fast. He plays what he refers to as Batak reggae, Batak blues, and Batak hip hop. Breaking a string, the concert comes to an abrupt end. Yvonne and I talk till 10. Evening worship concluded and our spirits lifted, we drift off to bed.
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Hi Larry, This is your sister writing. I'm at Jeremy's. We look forward each day to read about your interesting experiences as you travel around the world. We've had many laughs at some of your writings- Entitled-Oops, Tuk Tuk, and Rules of the road. It's been great getting a glimpse into another culture. So sorry to hear about the camera mishap. Hopefully the problem will be solvable. We love and miss you but feel conected through this blog. You're daily in our thoughts and prayers as we believe for continued health, strength, and protection. May the Lord bless your travels. Keep the great stories and Pics coming. Love, Gloria
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