Sister Burr left her purse on the train and we got clear into town before she remembered. By the time we got back to the train station the train was no longer there but it was parked about one mile away. She and our interpreter ran as fast as Sister Burr's legs could go to where the train was parked. They had to run on the tracks after the trail stopped. At one time a train passed going the other way which was kind of scary. She was able to retrieve her purse after paying a small fee to those that had found it. They had not taken any money or her passport or anything out of it. We feel it was a miracle she got it and nothing was taken. On the way back a nice engineer offered to let them ride on the front of the train engine instead of running the mile back. It was truly an adventure.

Dressed for the breach.