Nobody's home

I have just joined the ranks of volunteers who have biked 60 km for nothing.  (Sigh) 
The Neighborhood Health Committee in Manshya East wanted to go through the Health Education training program. They are located 30 km from the clinic, so I biked out to meet with them and we drafted a schedule.  On the first day of training, the facilitator couldn't go because the battery of his motorbike was flat (he didn't start checking on it until the day before) so I biked out to teach myself.  The village does not have cell phone (or network) coverage.  When I asked for an escort at the turnoff from the road to the bush path, I found that they only accompany people one time and I had used up that hospitality on my first trip two weeks prior.  So I proceeded the last 7 km of bush on my own, stopping the few pedestrians on the path to verify that I was still on the right path.  I eventually made it out to the Child Health Worker's home by accident only to find out that the group decided they could not meet until the following Wednesday.  They just didn't bother to communicate that to me.  However, my host was very hospitable and gave me a chair, a glass of water, an ear of fresh corn, a tour of his garden.  When I was rested, I began my journey home hoping that the next trip would not be a waste.  Well, this sort of experience keeps us in shape anyway.  Another good aspect is that rainy season is over and the path was dry.In fact I enjoyed the greenery and butterflies along the way.