Anakapalli is not nearly as poor as Rajamundry seemed. It was evident a the train station and riding along the streets to the hotel. Compared to the other hotels, the hotel here seemed upscale, with a large lobby, elevator, European toilets and showers with hot water. The sheets and bedding looked clean as well. The upgrade was noticeable in the $8/day charge. Our train was late so we arrived at meeting later than expected. My dad preached for 1 hour and then ordained the Pastor. The church people were so sweet, honoring the Pastor with many floral garlands and seeking blessing from him by kneeling at his feet. The women were all so interested in my camera and asked that I take their picture. They were eager to shake my hand and speak. As has become customary, we had lunch at the a church member's home. An upset stomach stopped me from eating what looked and smelled like an incredible lunch. A few pieces of chipatti and Sprite was all I could handle. The Pastor's family also lived in a nice home. It seems that the families of the Pastor's do well financially compared to the surroundings. We went back to church and my father did a second 2-hour sermon. Afterwards, many came up again and asked for prayer. Elder Blunt, my mom, and dad prayed and I captured it on film. Again, the intrigue of my camera captured those near me.  They wanted prints of the photos, so I think I will get them printed and sent to Uncle. I'm thinking of putting together a package of various things, including hard candy and the photo prints.