Sunday morning we were taken to a village along the southern coast of Andra Pradesh. It had been raining all night, and it was raining all morning. The roads were like rivers. At the village we attended the worship service at a small gathering of believers. We had a good time. The young pastor and his wife had prepared a very nice lunch for us in their home. But the roads were so muddied that we had to wash our sandals and feet as well.
During the morning the rain increased in intensity. We left early for the airport because of the weather. The rain was pouring down like I have never seen in Bergen. The town was flooded. We seemed to be driving in a river of brown water. Safely we arrived at the airport only to wait and wait, and to have our flight cancelled because of heavy rain.
Eventually we got hold of a taxi to take us to Hyderabad. After 6 terrible hours cramped together in the back seat we arrived at one o’clock in the morning, totally exhausted. When I stepped out of the car I felt everything was moving like being on a ship.
The news papers reported that three people had been killed by the rain and 10000 people evacuated near the place we had been. We praise God that we escaped the flood just in time.