ON OUR WAY
This looks like a video, but is doesn't work.
Pulling out of our driveway on Monday, March 14, 2016, and heading to the airport.
and we collected these three handsome young men on our way. (Two at the airport in Salt Lake and a visa waiter, who had spent a transfer in Mesa, Arizona, when we got to San Francisco.)
When we went through immigration and customs in New Zealand; they wouldn't let us all stay together because New Zealand doesn't treat Filipino passport holders the same as American ones. Our Philippine elder had to stay in a holding area, but they wouldn't let us join him until we checked in again at the ticket counter. No one was there to help us at 5 a.m. so we had to wait for hours for someone to come. We were worried about the Elder being by himself all that time. We picked up his luggage because we were told to and then we couldn't check it back in if we told them it was someone else's luggage. If we checked it in as ours we would have had to pay a small fortune in extra baggage charges. Elder Glade and I stood in various lines and talked to numerous people. No one could help us. Finally one employee told us to take it outside to a place to return baggage. That worked. The Elder was reunited with his luggage and seemed fine when we were finally reunited with him. He was a little hungry since he didn't have any New Zealand currency and no credit card. Elder Glade quickly remedied that. We were finally on our way to mission headquarters in Port Vila, Vanuatu.
