Today was Palm Sunday. There was a big procession from the mission to the hospital and then back to the church. The service was outside and lasted more than three hours. There was incense and palms and drumming and blessing and singing. I half expected the priest to be riding a donkey (as there is a plethora of them around) to the church. Once we got to the church, everyone sat outside to listen to the passion, and then there was more drumming and preaching and singing. I have to admit I was relieved to be tapped on the shoulder and told to go to the hospital to see a young child who had had a seizure during the service. Turned out to be a febrile seizure and all was okay.