I traveled to Dunoon
And I waited for the appropriate time to publish my findings.
I got as far as the Taxi rank on a few visits. Not hard or dangerous. Just practical.
Another time I was dropped by one taxi... and left by the next. All alone and at the mercy of a people whose language I little understood, and culture I am still in the dark about. But Fascinated. A tale for another time.
I went on a walkabout with some evangelist friends on another outing, and was amazed at whom I met, and what I found as a result.
We showed that we were fellow human beings, a group of people who don't usually walk around in Dunoon, mixed with a few locals.
We walked, we networked, we listened and we encouraged. Then, since I had not been eating for quite some time, my headache started and I needed a drink.
How amazing it was to me when someone left the conversation to go into his house, dig a glass out of his cupboard, a water bottle too, rinse the bottle and the glass and offer me a full glass of water...
And I thought the headache was going to kill me with it's pain... This fellow from Dunoon killed bad reputations with his kindness and I know his blessing was on it's way.
Protests and rebels in Dunoon? Perhaps, but if those were teenage rebellions against what they perceived an unfair and untruthful political regime... who knows?
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