Bikers Return Today!

Hello, dear readers! Today’s the day! The HaitiH2O team is due to arrive this afternoon!

Parents please aim for 5:30 to collect their belongings from the early truck. The team is due to bike in closer to 6pm where we will celebrate their return with pizza under the tent! Be advised, there is a wedding reception in the parish hall, so all bathroom stops will need to be done in the education wing.

Now on with other trip updates!

Following Wednesday’s… events… I am pleased to inform you that Alex was able to free himself from the tree and continue to chronicle their adventures. Again, without informing me what the heck is going on. But having gotten 10/10 from of the last batch, my confidence is up, and I’m feelin’ lucky!

Obligatory and picturesque photos of the bike team actually doing bike stuff.

Note how I am letting the beauty of these images speak for themselves and I am NOT making any jokes implicating the installation of performance-enhancing fire-powered engines onto the tires OR sabotaging the faster bikers, nor am I making any cracks about them crossing paths with a bridge troll, OR holding a private rave party. Because that would be wrong, and I take my job seriously. That’s why.

Alex using his acquired diplomatic skills as a Deacon to tell everyone who attended the mini pizza party on Wednesday that he’s not angry, just disappointed.

Said pizza party attendees sit in time-out and think about what they’ve done.

As recompense, they go vegan for a day and tuck in with ferocious ferocity.

Seb and Ben head for the light at the end of the tunnel.

Great friendships were formed. Alex R. embraces his beloved. The stress of the trip reverts Leah to her childhood (Lucca was already there.) A handful form a team of masked bandits to live off the land and unsuspecting hikers. (It’s been 18+ months but they’re still figuring out the mechanics of how to wear a mask…)

Yasmine contracts a rare and chronic tropical disease from the Allegheny bike path. The team is planning on gluing their own helmets to their heads in solidarity. (A gofundme page will be set up shortly to pay for gorilla glue.)

With that, I have but a few last lingering thoughts, my dear readers. After such a long and emotional trip, who will we welcome home this afternoon at 6pm for our pizza party? Will it be the innocent bikers we waved our kerchiefs to last Sunday? These strange, sweaty and haggard hob-goblins (who I swear are increasing in numbers)? Or perhaps something else entirely?

And what shall THEY return to? Cheering and embraces? Or will it be pizza and interventions at 6? After all he’s been through will ALEX at last be able to return to Jane and the children, haggard but ready to rest and recover the life he once had?

OR dear reader, is it possible that Alex’s troubles have only just begun? That while he kept heart knowing all was well at home, something far worse was silently brewing??