The hut. Sometimes we ate lunch here because this was the coolest place to sit, and we almost always ate outside.

Hanging from a mango tree at CFM in Bambang.

These are the people I stayed with at the CFM (missions) center in Nueva Vizcaya. From the left, the white guy was the missionary to the village Nansiakan. He was visiting for several weeks. Beside him is Daphney, one of the Mother Tongue Translators from a different village (she happened to be visiting), and also one of my classmates in the applied linguistics program at AGS. Next is Bong and his wife M. S, who is sitting across from Margie, is also B's niece. Then there's my good friend B. M, S, and B are working on finishing the translation of the Old Testament into their language, Kalanguya. In this picture, were at a restaurant eating for less than $1.00 USD per plate. The whole order, including the Pancit and the two liters of pop came to about $9.00 USD for all 7 of us!

A view from the road to the village.

Here's a view from the road to Nansiakan.

This is the foot bridge on the way to the village. It used to be the only way to get up there other than by flying in.

Here's a jeepney going up to the village. The mountain people are tough, so it's common them to ride on the top. and hope to not get thrown overboard.

This is the road going up to the village. It took two very bumpy hours to drive up the mountain. We were on the edge of a cliff most of the time with no guard rails.

This is the kitchen again where the guests and their friends ate during the conference in the village

Here's part of the house I stayed in when I was in the village. My room was just upstairs.

Literature distribution in Nansiakan. Here they are selling the new Bible story book in Kalanguya. The horns on the wall are the horns of a caribou. They used to sacrifice them to placate the spirits.

This is where the guests and their friends ate during the conference.

L to R: Bob, me, and Bong with a view of the rice fields in Nansiakan.

Me in Nansiakan.

The church in Nansiakan.

Some singers at the conference in the village.

huts in Nansiakan

We met in this church in the village. The building was sometimes overflowing because over 800 people attended the conference.

This is the airstrip that the missionaries used to fly in on. There is now a road up to the village. This is the first time they have had VBS at the annual conference in Nansiakan.

VBS in the village. They don't have Kalanguya curriculum, so they used English.

me with some of the young women at the conference in the village

view of the village

view of the village

one of the high school classrooms in the village

road to the main part of the village high school

high school

part of the elementary school in the village

killing a wild pig in the village of Nansiakan

the lunch line at the conference in Nansiakan

roasting the wild pig

banana tree

Left-Bob, Back-a boy, Right-Neza, a sixteen year old girl who spent some time trying to teach me Kalanguya and Tagalog, wondering how I got so tall, and telling me jokes. For example, if your in an elevator and you have to toot, what do you do? The answer is that you ask someone for their cell phone tone, which makes a lot of sense in the Philippines because everyone has a cell phone. Because there are only ten grades in the Philippines (not 12), she just graduated from high school.

Someone up in a tree in the fields of Nansiakan.

near the village

Rice fields by the village. Bob's parents own this land.

Rice fields by the village.

caribou, the national animal of the Philippines

Zoom of a boy, Bong, and I on a rock in the rice fields by the village.

A boy, Bong, and I standing on a rock in the rice fields by the village.

We had some great thunder and rain in the village.