There’s this place in Namibia called Luderitz. We’d never been there before this trip because there’s no real reason to go there and there’s no way through – it’s a three hour trip there, through desert and nothing and a three hour trip back through the same. It’s an incredible trip though and an incredible journey.
Nearby is Agate Be ach, one of the most incredible places I’ve been. It’s a pebble beach, but not pebble like in the UK. Each of the stones are semi-precious, and as it’s in a restricted area, you’re not allowed to remove anything off the beach as it could contain diamonds.
It’s also the first time I’ve ever seen such a high concentration of whole shells in one place. Â It was beautiful.
Mozambique really floored me. I left there, and shed a tear. I shed a tear for a place I had spent less than a week in and even now a week later, I find it difficult to really capture what I felt there.
Over the next few days we travelled back through South Africa, then up to Botswana. We only spent a night in Botswana, so there’s not much I can tell you about it, other than that Botswana has been an independent country for many years, it’s economy does better than South Africa’s and that it is another place where rampant development is occurring. The roads are in a better condition than those of most of rural South Africa, but there is nothing there. Villages are few and very far between, and the country is sorely under populated, and under cultivated â€“ but saying that, much of it lies in the Kalahari desert, so not much cultivation is possible. Read more: 5-Country African Tour: Botswana To Namibia
Mozambique. I’ve never been to it, but always known it as a place for great fish, and beautiful beach holidays, but I knew nothing about the country or it’s people prior to our visit.
Mozambique reminds me of the Africa I grew up in. A place where you could walk freely, feel no fear, need no heightened awareness. I realise that my experience of Mozambique is painfully limited to both one specific area â€“ Ponta do Oura â€“ and a visit, and visiting a place is very different indeed from living in it.
But, in visiting a place, you still pick up a feel for it, and you can as easily lose a piece of your heart to it as if you lived there â€“ easier,Â in fact, as you don’t have to face up to the realities that can sometimes end theÂ illusion. Read more: Mozambique – A Window To Another World
You may have noticed that things have been a bit off kilter around here lately, with my usual schedules going totally out of the window. That’s mainly been because my life has been like that, these last few weeks.
When my sickness was really bad, and my dad invited Ameli and myself to join him and my mom on their five-African-country tour, I obliged, because, really, even sitting in a car as a passenger is definitely easier than trying to entertain a toddler and maintain a home under these conditions. Read more: Update On Almost Everything (Crystal Springs And Swaziland)
It would be fair to say the last few months have been really difficult in our little family. I guess we all needed a break, so coming to South Affrica, and travelling around with my parents is just what we needed.
Even Ameli is using the time with Oupa and Nana to rest.
While this post might be irrelevant to most of my readers, I’m sure you’ll agree that experience counts for a lot and by now you know how I love to share what I’ve learned!Â So… should you ever find yourself in Pretoria or Johannesburg, or the rest of South Africa, for that matter, I hope you’ll find this post useful.Â If you’re simply stopping by from searching for more information on one of the places below, Welcome! Have a look around, enjoy your visit, and you’re welcome back any time! Read more: Things To Do In Pretoria, South Africa
*** Welcome March Carnival of Breastfeedingreaders.***
I find myself in a strange situation. I am one of my race, yet not of my culture. I fit in to a race that is not mine – yet am part of its culture. But let me start at the beginning and explain myself a little better… Read more: Breastfeeding and Race: South Africa
A much busier week, in comparison to last week! Lots of family, friends and all sorts of things going on.
Day 336 – Farewell, Again
Our last day together. It’s a bit sad not knowing when you’ll see your brother again. Hopefully it won’t be another ten years before we’re all together again.
Day 337 – Walking to the Pot Holes
An early morning walk to get there and back before the heat of the day. It was a beautiful walk, up and down the mountain towards the Pot Holes. Martin and my dad walking ahead, I love seeing them together. Ameli was carried in turns – my mother carried her on our Hippychick and my dad on his shoulders. I love the halo around her head and the final picture is of the pot holes.
Day 338 – Playground Fun
Our last day and I finally managed to snap some pictures of Ameli on the play equipment, which she loved, climbing up and down the ladder, running across the swingbridge then plonking herself down at the top of the slide and whizzing down it – so long as there’s someone to catch her at the bottom – she’s still a baby after all!
Day 339 – Christmas Party Number One
A lovely poolside Christmas party, the way I remember Christmas!Â My lovely friend Wendy – the friend I’ve had the longest in my life, even though seven of our almost eleven year friendship has seen me in England – was our gracious host. It was a hot day with great food and awesome company.
Day 340 – Helping Daddy
A quiet braai (bbq) at home, and Daddy decides to blow up the pool. Ameli, of course, wants in on the action, sticks her mouth around the other hole and starts blowing. I don’t suppose she helped much, but it was very cute!
Day 341 – Milk Bank
The first of the supply for the milk bank – having been away I couldn’t do much, but that was for November. Here’s hoping it can go to sick babies in need.
That’s all for this week. Thanks so much for joining us again for our week in pictures!
*P.S. I’ve you’ve noticed some missing numbers between last week and this, it seems I’ve lost two days, somewhere in the year – but never mind, we’re back on track for the rest of this year now!
I’ve had so many thoughts swimming around my head in recent days. I want to write about so much, but somehow I can’t get the link between my brain and my fingers to work, so no matter how often I write something, I end up giving up half way. I seem to lose my train of thought.