After those very long three days that were mostly spent on a plane, it was Saturday, and I had to take another plane to my area, Rajamundry. What's more, that was the only area that you couldn't fly directly to, and had an important government official on the flight. Oh, and I very nearly showed up too late for the flight because security triple-checked everyone, and once we arrived at the layover at Hyderabad, there was a 2 hour delay because of rain at Rajamundry. Finally, after passing through security again, we were on our way. On arrival, I very quickly met with the elders there, Thompson and Willis. They're good guys! Then, I got all my stuff unpacked, and went out to get some stuff to eat. Indian stores are very, very different. You can't take any bags in, and they have security guards who check your receipts and your bags, searching through them to make sure you aren't stealing anything. It's an experience. Finally though, we finished that and went back to the apartment to finish unpacking and put away my food. We tried visiting a few people, and they were all home! Unfortunately, I don't remember anyone's name, because I can't even begin to pronounce them.
Sunday was also an experience. At church, everyone is supposed to speak English. They don't, but instead give talks in Teleglish- a combination of Telegu and English. They will be talking in a thick accent, then lapse into Telegu. The whole meeting, I wasn't sure what language they were speaking. That was fun! After church, we went out to visit a family that had a daughter about to come home from a mission to the Philippines. That was pretty good, but only half the family spoke English, and so we had to pause for translation every now and again. That's apparently a big problem here. We aren't allowed to teach most people in Telegu unless we are native speakers, but none of us here are. We can teach part member families and some other exceptions, but that's mostly it. Sunday night, we had a dinner appointment. Those are pretty rare in India. Even better, this was with an investigator family! The lesson went well, on the Plan of Salvation. Something that I very quickly learned is that even the people who do speak English prefer that you speak in second-grade terms, and act like you are talking to a child. Go with whatever works, I guess. The food there was, according to my companion, very good. I'm still not used enough to it to be any sort of judge.
Some final differences between India and the US: They don't use toilet paper. Instead, they have a sprayer, just like the ones you see on kitchen sinks. Also, they don't use silverware often, instead eating with their hands. That takes some skill, and I'm still not good with it. They have a special method, shoveling with the fingers and pushing with the thumb.