I went tracting Saturday and it was so, so, so crazy. We went tracting in a town called Rimac—very ghetto. The U.S. isn’t even capable of having a town this ghetto. The roads were dirt, nothing was safe at all. Everyone lived out of shacks, cardboard, and even holes dug in the ground or mountainside like caves. We weren’t allowed to bring anything at all because we were huge targets to get robbed. There were stray dogs everywhere (like hundreds). It smelled like poo everywhere in the town ‘cause they have no sewer, I’m sure. Super gross. You could hear gunshots in the background—that was pretty sketchy. The church in the town had like 14 foot walls surrounding it with spikes on the top, and the church was horrible. It looked abandoned. There were cockroaches everywhere, no air conditioning, it was pretty bad. I wish I could have taken pictures, but I would have gotten robbed for sure if I’d brought my camera.
It was just me and Elder Huaman who went. We got into three houses and taught lessons. It went well. We got second appointments with all of them, but other missionaries [who are assigned to that area] will teach them.
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