The trip down was crazy. African driving is very scary. The thing that impressed me, however, is the dichotomous quality of the roads. There are no mediocre roads, no "middle of the road" roads, there is just potholes-you-could-fit-a-buick-in type roads and wait-are-we-still-in-Africa? roads.

There are lines on the roads. The good ones. The lines don't mean much though. And every time you hit a stretch of well-paved road, you just want to get to the end, pop it in reverse and drive it again.

We drove through a lot of little villages. This is a developing country, so you see the poverty of their houses juxtaposed with some kid walking down the street listening to his iPod. Weird.

I get the sensation that no one is really starving here. Things are tight, but this is the jungle. It's lush with vegetation, there is food everywhere. That got me to thinking about spiritual hunger. The Newmans, the missionary couple that I drove down with, say that here in Gabon, people are incredibly hungry spiritually.

So I'm kinda... reeling right now I guess. I don't know what to think. There's no distinct "Oh no, look at that baby starving," but there's clearly a need here. But there's that much need anywhere... I dunno. I'll get back to you, but I fear that there is no easy answer. Maybe my brain is just beat from travel. There has been so much to see, and my tiny world has grown so much, that I don't really know where to put myself anymore. And there's too much information being thrown at me to think about each thing in a linear path. So whenever I have enough time to think, I just kinda space out.

Obviously, God has this all under control. And maybe He's demonstrating to me that not everything can be thought into submission. I dunno. Don't, however, take my tone to be forlorn or despairing. I'm happy to wait upon the Lord. I'm just tired. And when I think about this kinda stuff, I get all... Soul Searchy. #adventuretimequotesamidstexistentialquandries