Dan spend the first part of the week in the Middle East, he had a meeting on Oman and went a day early to visit Ammon in Qatar. I'm so glad he went, Dan's thought at he left was he felt bad Ammon wasn't returning too, he's got months left in his assignment.
Dan's red eye got in at 1am and Ammon met him at his hotel at 4am for an early start. Ammon only had 12 hours of leave and he took Dan around the town to see the Grand Mosque and market and then somehow got Dan on base for the afternoon. Dan bought a REAL army hat and Maeser thought it was the coolest thing ever.
Waiting for the flight.
The day after Dan got back we left for Langkawi. Our flight was delayed for 2 hours after we got to the gate, I'm just glad we weren't already on the plane.
It was another race weekend, but this time the children (Maeser, Abe and Mary) all ran in the iron kids race. It was the highlight of their weekend. As is the custom, all participants got medals but you would have thought Maeser got the gold medal. At dinner that night he was asked to give the prayer: "Thanks that we got to race, and go to the beach. Thanks that I got a medal. Thanks for the food. Please help me to get my medal back home safely." Dan and I both peaked at him and began laughing. Good times.
He was generally happy to have the beach to himself, but he really wanted to get on this dock behind him. Which was closed for the race.
Moses was the only one us when the race began. We hung out on the beach until we thought Dan would get out of the swim. After not seeing him we headed back in, but along the way jumped a fence and there he was! I was so excited to see Dan come out of the transition and start the bike.
Dan raced well. He was only 40 seconds off his PR which was surprising. This race was much more difficult and 20 degrees hotter than the last. This was also the easiest race I've ever watched. We never left the hotel and just followed his race online. The entire island was shut down as roads were closed to support the race. The best way to get around was by motorcycle taxi, but I wasn't about to put the kids on one of those.
On Sunday we got ready for church and found that the local branch had been moved to Penang, an hour away by ferry. Ask we sat in our hotel room for church, Scout said, "This isn't church." Right-o, but the closest we could get. We sang quite a rendition of Come Follow Me and may have mixed up a few verses (I totally thought we knew that one but apparently we don't.) and Dan gave the first lesson in the Come Follow Me manual. (I'm really excited about this new curriculum.)
Our flight back was uneventful except that Grab sent us a bus when we called for our cab.
The bus GRAB sent when we called for a large cab.