I can't say we weren't happy to see the village of Schors in the bus's rearview
mirror. I won't be recommending it as a vacation destination anytime soon. I wanted to find it cute, I wanted it to be quaint but it is a dying town full of abandoned plants, buildings and run down houses. The biggest cash crop? Orphans perhaps.
We arrived in Schors Friday night. We had brought a suitcase full of small toys, gum, pen, pencils, art supplies and GFA's group had brought glow stick bracelets and balloons. The children piled into an empty gymnasium type room to see us. They were thin, pale and anemic. They had peered out the windows as we arrived. They crowded around our suitcase hopeful for something, anything. After all the goodies were handed out, we spent a great deal of time playing with them by batting around the balloons with our hands or heads. They would not let us stop.
Linda and I stayed at the one hotel in town, owned by the railroad company and we were the only guests. It was less than clean and lacked hot water but was otherwise suitable. We had to hit the local supermarket for a roll of toilet paper. Yes, a roll, it was sold by the roll. I think I miss paper products!
I will write more about our weekend later, but for now, let me post some pictures.
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