After the last patients had been treated, the church doors were closed. The Sisters had kindly prepared lunch for us, before our trip back to Dili.
I suddenly remembered that we had to go back down the mountain, on those same winding, bumpy narrow roads. And I didn’t want to be on those roads when darkness fell. But at that time, there didn’t seem to be any rush to leave just yet.
On the way back, we stopped in Maubessi again, the half-way point, from where we parted ways.
Along the way, we handed out the extra goody bags to the children.
Needless to say, the smiles on the children’s faces were worth the day’s sores and bumps.