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It didn't even take a week in Chilmalhuacan for me to realize this trip was going to be nothing like I expected. I expected to see poverty, but I wasn't prepared to be overwhelmed by it.

When I arrived in Papalotla, where we had our mid-trek retreat, I was put off by how quaint and tranquil it was. I had gotten used to the dusty roads and grey buildings in Chimalhuacan.

Grey brick walls with metal scraps laid on the top serving as homes. A group of people circled up doing drugs.

In addition to our normal blog entry this week, we thought it would be fun to give you a small picture (figuratively and literally) into the world of life in Kolkata on our Trek team.

In Mokattam, we went to the cave churches. The people there are mostly coptic Christian, which are descendants of the ministry the apostle Mark started in Egypt.

It’s 2AM by the time we arrive, in Cairo that is. It’s anybody’s guess what time it is state side. It is even less clear what time our bodies believe it is.

I’d like to show you a picture. However, due to certain current technological limitations I will have to do so via my writing.

With the revolution being brought up a lot in American news and here by the locals, I have learned a lot about why life is like it is here.

We have started cooking for ourselves as of today, Friday, June 28. The past couple of days we have been eating at the monastery right up the street.

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