<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175</id><updated>2009-10-09T02:31:53.058+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroline's Adventures in South Africa</title><subtitle type='html'>Snapshots and tales of my life in KZN. Welcome to South Africa!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-8301036242259450039</id><published>2009-07-25T10:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T10:09:11.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New adventures</title><content type='html'>My adventures in South Africa are set to continue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please follow the link to a new blog for a new venture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://trailblazinginsouthafrica.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://trailblazinginsouthafrica.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-8301036242259450039?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/8301036242259450039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/8301036242259450039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-adventures.html' title='New adventures'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-2126586919674657134</id><published>2008-03-10T11:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T11:54:38.761+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a link</title><content type='html'>I know I've finished and tied up my blog and all the rest, but I kind of want to keep commenting on life and so I've set up a new blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ciaocaroline.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ciaocaroline.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you feel like following, that's where you'll find me from now on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-2126586919674657134?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/2126586919674657134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/2126586919674657134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2008/03/link.html' title='a link'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-7095085806048421395</id><published>2008-02-25T22:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:28:50.207+02:00</updated><title type='text'>All good things must come to an end</title><content type='html'>I've put off writing this final blog entry for long enough. I don't think I'd ever be able to adequately end my stories of time in Africa but all good things must come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, thank you if you have been faithfully following my adventures from the beginning (Dec 2005, I think), through the preparations and then finally heading down to South Africa, settling in and adjusting to life down there and then the challenges and joys of being in that country, all leading to today when I find myself back in the UK, transformed by what I've experienced and thankful to God for looking after me (and everyone else) during these past 18 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have been the highlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, FAR too many to name, but here are 10 of them (not in any particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting to know so many wonderful and special children&lt;br /&gt;2. Living in a ramshackle place with overgrown garden complete with dogs, cats, frogs and sheep!&lt;br /&gt;3. Learning and appreciating Zulu and the culture&lt;br /&gt;4. Falling in and out of love (only once or twice!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Getting to know Jude Law&lt;br /&gt;6. the beach and the Indian Ocean (the British seaside just can't compare)&lt;br /&gt;7. Baby N, the joys and sadness when one you love is HIV+&lt;br /&gt;8. filming, photographing and just hanging out with the people in the valleys who are so hospitable and dignified despite having practically nothing.&lt;br /&gt;9. getting up close and personal with lion cubs, monkeys, giraffes&lt;br /&gt;10. singing in Zulu with the kids at Sunday morning church service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is SO much more. Maybe I should write a book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, my job now is to settle back into life here in the UK. I'm moving back to Leamington Spa, just need a job and house and all will be well. (Oh and a husband would be nice too, but let's not rush things!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will forever talk about 'my' kids in Africa and will stay in touch with them. It's impossible to forget such wonderful creations as Ga, Marcus, Amahle, Zinhle, Mphikeleli and many many more. THEY are the future of South Africa and I pray a safe, peaceful and happy future for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me personally, please stay in touch, I'm on facebook and I believe the blogging community has all but translocated there. If you don't know me personally, but would like to, a little bit of backtracking to my other blog should bring you an email address. Feel free to contact me, but only if you are nice and positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not actually allowed to write where I worked, but please remember them in prayer. It's unbelievable how difficult it can be to get support locally in South Africa but they need it, especially with donations of food and the like. It's all very well us giving from the Northern Hemisphere, but that takes a while to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough.... Thank you - Ngiyabonga kakhulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever head back out, I'm sure I'll reactivate this blog, but until then - hambani kahle - go well and see you in the real world one day maybe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love from Caroline xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-7095085806048421395?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/7095085806048421395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/7095085806048421395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-good-things-must-come-to-end.html' title='All good things must come to an end'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-4600751758764824402</id><published>2008-02-11T12:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T12:07:26.034+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Am writing this from home in the UK. It's good to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneventful journey, but long. I managed to sleep a decent amount, watch a movie that is not being released in the UK that I wanted to see (Gone Baby Gone - excellent movie) and was pleasantly surprised to be greeted by the sunshine in Birmingham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the transition is going well, with daily sunshine I think I'll survive. It's rather cold though here isn't it? This really &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; the land of fluffy dressing gowns, gloves and scarves (although not all at the same time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've enjoyed meeting my 2nd niece and being reunited with niece #1, catching up with family &amp;amp; friends and luxuries like central heating and clean running water. It's SO easy to take these things for granted. Clothes that I put into the wardrobe 2 years ago &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; smell bad... it's amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I will blog again soon with thoughts about having left Africa etc, I just wanted to post something to say I'm back safely and all is well. Am making spectacularly good progress at adjusting so far. This is my 3rd 're-entry' experience and so I'm well prepared for dark days, but so far (and maybe this is thanks to the lovely clear sunny weather) I'm doing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your prayers for this, much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-4600751758764824402?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/4600751758764824402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/4600751758764824402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2008/02/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-9115614454174097848</id><published>2008-02-02T09:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T09:35:17.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The home stretch...</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday morning in Durban and I'm hot, it's about 35 degrees and humid...&lt;br /&gt;This time next week I might be building a snowman (that would be great!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the home stretch starts... things are speeding up here and suddenly there are a million things to do before I leave. I need prayer for energy for the last few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am SO ready to leave though. The heat is getting to me a little. I've sold my car (turns out it was a potential deathtrap after all - I always said I was getting around by prayer and I was right!) I've now got a hire car for my last week and was fortunate to be given a brand new VW polo which is turning heads all over site! Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't drink my water anymore as the tank was full of translucent worms... now been sorted but still a little horrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm in a rush now too but I'm looking forward to being at home, I'll be arriving in the UK on Friday morning after a brief visit of a few hours to Dubai. Will blog again when I've recovered from the journey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's off to buy things for my leaving party with the kids this afternoon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-9115614454174097848?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/9115614454174097848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/9115614454174097848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2008/02/home-stretch.html' title='The home stretch...'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-3339770831073482627</id><published>2008-01-24T16:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:08:04.410+02:00</updated><title type='text'>but it's not all grim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R5io4ftQYuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Zz3c7DOpY7Y/s1600-h/DSCF9447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159059061690360546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R5io4ftQYuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Zz3c7DOpY7Y/s320/DSCF9447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R5io4vtQYvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZKd_aFGMb6k/s1600-h/DSCF9536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159059065985327858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R5io4vtQYvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZKd_aFGMb6k/s320/DSCF9536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down in other valleys, people are still dancing and doing all the daily routines that keep them going... I'm going back to Maphepheteni to film a little bit more of Mdu's group this weekend. Unfortunately it seems that no one sells the appropriate firewires in this country so I can't edit it until I return to the UK, but I can at least get some good footage to use. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stay in Maphepheteni as I refuse to wash in the river Dusi which is one of the most polluted rivers in the province. The recent Dusi Canoe Marathon was nearly cancelled because of the state of the water and yet families like Mdu's regularly wash clothes, themselves and even drink the water quite happily. And they look disgustingly healthy for it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above are a couple of photos I took last time, including the Gogos in their traditional attire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather is not going to be so hot as last time so there's less chance of me getting sunburnt again, thankfully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my last 'weekend off' and I need to spend it wisely, so a trip to the beach is also in order, just to say goodbye to the warm golden sands and lightly ebbing waves of crystal clear sea... Oh, how I'll miss it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told the kids I was leaving but they are so used to people coming and going that the reaction wasn't terribly dramatic. I'm organising a leaving party for them just before I go and THEN the realisation that 'Auntie Caroline' won't be around anymore might hit them... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll be back to visit, I'm sure... ;-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-3339770831073482627?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/3339770831073482627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/3339770831073482627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2008/01/but-its-not-all-grim.html' title='but it&apos;s not all grim...'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R5io4ftQYuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Zz3c7DOpY7Y/s72-c/DSCF9447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-2223893698909303131</id><published>2008-01-24T16:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T16:58:26.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The New South Africa</title><content type='html'>Everyone is always going on about 'the NEW South Africa', but let me tell you things are going a bit wrong here at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, there's the small matter of 'load shedding'... the power is switched off with us maybe 3 times a day. Normally it's from 6-8am, then 12-2pm followed by 6-8pm, just to totally disrupt all meal times! Sometimes, like this morning, it will go off from 8.30-12, just to mess up the computers. It's totally disruptive to working as there are no lights, computers, phones etc working. This is happening all over the country and people are starting to get annoyed. We're well into our second week of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week a couple of trains had to stop due to 'load shedding' and the people travelling in it got out and set the trains on fire in protest. Clever. Not so clever when the train people are now refusing to replace said trains and so there are less services running...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The response to crises like this tends to edge towards violence, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a threat of no water for 48 hours last weekend, which thankfully didn't seem to happen. But my house is full of plastic water bottles filled with tap water, just in case. In any case the water from my tap has been green and murky of late and so I've resorted to bottled water for my last few weeks here, just to be safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really feeling like Africa, just as I pack up to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on Tuesday the black teachers at our local primary school, where 33 of our kids go, managed to barricade the white teachers in the staff room and held them hostage for a day whilst the kids ran amok on the playing fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very grown up behaviour, I'm sure you'll agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV cameras were back yesterday and other valley schools had to close as teachers rushed to join in the demonstrations against the management of the school, leaving kids roaming all over. This school was already in the news last year for another riot of the teachers for similar problems. In any case our kids are currently being educated by volunteers until the crisis is sorted. It's a bit worrying when these things happen basically in your back garden and could spark backlash across the province... As a result we've closed 2 of our preschools and the volunteers have to stay at home for their own protection. It will probably blow over in a few days, but just to be safe we have to take precautions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read the story below from the local newspaper 'the Witness':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Racism alleged at KZN school &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 Jan 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sphumelele Mngoma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALLEGATIONS of racism were made during a protest that disrupted teaching at the George Cato Primary in Cato Ridge yesterday.Teachers affiliated to the SA Democratic Teachers’ Union (Sadtu) were joined by union leaders and other Sadtu members.“We want you to tell [MEC] Ina Cronje to take the principal and take her to a place reserved for the boers … there is no place here for them,” said Mbuyiseni Mathonsi of Sadtu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teacher Bheki Ntuli said the protest was sparked by the alleged beating last week of a black gardener by his white supervisor, apparently for working too slowly.According to Ntuli, when the gardener went to report the matter to the Camperdown police, he was turned away and told to sort the matter out with the school.He said the 24-year-old man was offered R3 000 to drop the matter, or face being fired if he insisted on pressing charges.These allegations could not be independently confirmed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, according to Ntuli, the issue of racism is not a new one for black staff at the school.“We are called baboons and our children are called monkeys. We are constantly being told that we are incompetent because of Bantu education and yet not once have they tried to address that problem by developing the staff … ”Nkosi said they complained about the situation last January and the Education Department conducted an inquiry, but they have not heard what the outcome is.Now they demand a full report of that investigation and want action taken.Basil Manuel, vice president of the National Association of Professional Teachers of SA (Naptosa), also blamed the department for the deteriorating situation at the school.“They failed the school, they failed the pupils … Their delay has compromised people’s safety and the children’s education.”However, Manuel condemned the strike, during which, he said, teachers threw stones.One of the parents, who wanted to remain anonymous for her child’s safety, said she is concerned about her child’s education.She said her child spent about eight months last year without a teacher. “I don’t know anything about the children being called monkeys and the beatings … all I know is my child needs to be taught. That is what I demand from the department of Education.”Education spokeswoman Christi Naude said Cronje will visit the school today to do her own investigations into the matter.Naude could not say why the results of last year’s investigation have not been released, but said action will be taken in two days, as the department is busy studying all the reports and recommendations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-2223893698909303131?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/2223893698909303131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/2223893698909303131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-south-africa.html' title='The New South Africa'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-467164087549000089</id><published>2008-01-15T11:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T11:19:17.909+02:00</updated><title type='text'>tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R4x5XKM9NXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pR2CqTa9Msw/s1600-h/nosipho+jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155629112215025010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R4x5XKM9NXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pR2CqTa9Msw/s320/nosipho+jeans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New Jeans! Shame it's altogether TOO hot to wear them... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R4x5YKM9NYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/nTAbbqj5vuc/s1600-h/christmas+day+mandla+toy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155629129394894210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R4x5YKM9NYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/nTAbbqj5vuc/s320/christmas+day+mandla+toy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New bike, but it's much more fun lying on the grass posing... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R4x5YqM9NZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/des9Ur_hNZ4/s1600-h/playhouse+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155629137984828818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R4x5YqM9NZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/des9Ur_hNZ4/s320/playhouse+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a big storm last night, and I would have hoped that it would have been cooler today as a result, but no. It's still hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I am in Pietermaritzburg right now and that's always a few degrees hotter than the rest of the area...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as usual I've ended up in an internet cafe without the photos I wanted to upload, so I've put in a few more of my favourite kids, just because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely tired. Need prayer for energy. Fell asleep on Sunday morning in church and am having difficulty getting up in the mornings (but then it is hot!). In any case, there are a lot of emotions flying around the office here for one reason and another and it's difficult not to get caught up in them, even though none of them are directly aimed at me... I need wisdom to be a good counsellor when called on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have packed my box of stuff to send home. It's going to cost me but then I want to keep these few things and Emirates would charge me more than what I'm paying... Now it's back to the report writing (when I can summon enough energy to focus!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have found a job that I really want to do in the UK, not sharing more details but pray that if this is the one for me that all would go well. Strange that it should appear in the adverts just as I wished it too. Either that's God providing or it's a big distraction. In either case, time will tell, but I need to get the application in soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-467164087549000089?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/467164087549000089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/467164087549000089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2008/01/tired.html' title='tired...'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R4x5XKM9NXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pR2CqTa9Msw/s72-c/nosipho+jeans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-2003528302888032965</id><published>2008-01-11T16:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T16:28:47.648+02:00</updated><title type='text'>random update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R4d8s6M9NWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/InRDhviZIu8/s1600-h/DSCF9245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154225409528509794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R4d8s6M9NWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/InRDhviZIu8/s320/DSCF9245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Friday afternoon and I've not had chance to blog all week, but then it's been a fairly busy week. I've started sorting through my stuff and there's a lot to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to coming back to the UK (arrival date: Fri Feb 8th!) but keep waking up wishing I could magically just be there as I don't want to go through the hassle of packing etc. I'm giving most of my stuff away to a family in the valley who will appreciate it a lot, so that's one less thing to worry about, but I still have to get it to them and then sell my car!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning we were unable to go to the local Spar supermarket because someone had come at 2am, planted 2 bombs and blown up two of the cash machines there, which then led to a shoot out with security. Apparently there's a big whole where one of the machines was, whereas the other bank has already replaced theirs... Such is life in the 'new South Africa'... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only have 2 'weekend off's left and am making the most of the sunshine tomorrow by heading to the beach somewhere near Durban. It's all fairly beautiful there so don't have to decide until I get there. I was thinking about what to do and remembered that going to the ocean is not going to be possible soon so I'd better  make the most of it while I can... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-2003528302888032965?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/2003528302888032965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/2003528302888032965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-update.html' title='random update'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R4d8s6M9NWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/InRDhviZIu8/s72-c/DSCF9245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-8402797557412346362</id><published>2008-01-04T11:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T11:23:19.697+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A grand day out</title><content type='html'>Wednesday was a great day. I went down to the Valley of Maphephete-ni to meet up with Mdu and to take video footage and photos of his new and aspiring Zulu choir and dance troupe.&lt;br /&gt;He'd done a good job of telling all his friends and neighbours and when I arrived there were about 50 people hanging around, either to perform or just watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an exceedingly hot and sunny day and I have never been so sunburnt on my back (grrr) but it will soon change to tan so that's not too bad. Half-way through filming I had to take a break and give my camera to Khaye, Mdu's brother, while I sat in very long (and probably snake infested!!) grass under an umbrella to get some shade from the blazing heat... I managed, by some miracle, not to get bitten by anything. We walked through some very long grass afterwards and I survived that too! (You never know how many snakes, ticks etc  are lurking!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was really cool as the 25 strong group were practising in a rondavel when I arrived and I managed to get some good footage of them in there, although the dust that arose every time they stomped was quite incredible. Then we met up with the Gogos, all dressed in traditional beaded costumes, and walked down to a grassy area by the river Duzi. Once there a man had to hack down some long grass with a machete type knife to make room for dancing. Then they choir began. They just love dancing and are so good at it, and singing. I got some great footage which I'll be editing as soon as I can get the right equipment sorted to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so great to be able to come to an area like this in the middle of nowhere and to be a part of the local culture. Watch out for the DVD when I get back to the UK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-8402797557412346362?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/8402797557412346362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/8402797557412346362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2008/01/grand-day-out.html' title='A grand day out'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-1811293546150031299</id><published>2007-12-28T16:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T16:44:47.244+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamp photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R3ULu6M9NTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/x8ZrmwZQURo/s1600-h/DSCF9195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149034649493517618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R3ULu6M9NTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/x8ZrmwZQURo/s200/DSCF9195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R3ULvKM9NUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OjqWZ3QNgrM/s1600-h/DSCF9227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149034653788484930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R3ULvKM9NUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OjqWZ3QNgrM/s200/DSCF9227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R3ULvaM9NVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pSjqjj9JACg/s1600-h/DSCF9214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149034658083452242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R3ULvaM9NVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pSjqjj9JACg/s200/DSCF9214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People who know this place would not recognise it! Honest, it looks fab! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-1811293546150031299?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/1811293546150031299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/1811293546150031299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2007/12/revamp-photos.html' title='Revamp photos'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R3ULu6M9NTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/x8ZrmwZQURo/s72-c/DSCF9195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-6789631508449602807</id><published>2007-12-28T16:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T16:38:55.773+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R3UKCaM9NQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/kWd0KpxrFFk/s1600-h/christmas+eve+bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149032785477711106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R3UKCaM9NQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/kWd0KpxrFFk/s200/christmas+eve+bunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R3UKCqM9NRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jDWzkUGycTs/s1600-h/christmas+eve+amanda+lungelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149032789772678418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R3UKCqM9NRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jDWzkUGycTs/s200/christmas+eve+amanda+lungelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R3UKC6M9NSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lwexuXUhXlM/s1600-h/christmas+day+praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149032794067645730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R3UKC6M9NSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lwexuXUhXlM/s200/christmas+day+praying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-6789631508449602807?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/6789631508449602807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/6789631508449602807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-photos.html' title='Christmas Photos'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R3UKCaM9NQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/kWd0KpxrFFk/s72-c/christmas+eve+bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-5307862282248271198</id><published>2007-12-28T16:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T16:32:34.016+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamp</title><content type='html'>A lovely woman called Jen descended here yesterday and transformed the children's living quarters with new duvets, pillows, curtains, towels, mats, mirrors etc. The children hardly recognised their rooms when they got back today, it was an amazing transformation.&lt;br /&gt;Each room has a theme, the girls' rooms are pink and the boys' rooms are blue, green, red etc. The whole place looks so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the kids have to learn to respect their living spaces, but it's such a marvellous new thing for them that I'm sure they will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-5307862282248271198?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/5307862282248271198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/5307862282248271198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2007/12/revamp.html' title='Revamp'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-8624647419112666756</id><published>2007-12-26T14:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T14:55:22.182+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Crazy</title><content type='html'>Christmas has been crazy and fun this year. The festivities began on Saturday when some visitors came to bring the kids some presents. They dutifully put their presents under the Christmas tree in the dining room and spent the next few days going back to check if their presents were still there and pestering me as to when they could open them. As it was they had to wait until Christmas Eve to get their wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday saw all of us heading to Durban Playhouse in our old bus, which has a maximum speed of about 60kmph. We had been invited to see a Zulu Christmas show called ‘African Mother Christmas’, which was a tale set in the Valley of 1000 Hills complete with Rainbow mother Christmas arriving on an elephant. (not a real one of course – the show was in the Loft Theatre, it wouldn’t get up the stairs…) The kids enjoyed the show, mostly because it was only an hour long and they got a snack box at the end which filled them up on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cruising’ home down the N3 in the late afternoon sunshine, I had a sleeping baby on my lap, a grumpy toddler to my right and several other weary kids all around me, full of juice, crisps, sweets, muffin and apples, it struck me that it all seemed totally normal to be hanging out with these lovely children and that Christmas sunshine is brilliant. I was feeling good and feeling festive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ‘traditional’ Christmas CD of Cliff Richard (for me, that album IS Christmas – you can’t got wrong with Cliff!) helped nurture the festive spirit and I was feeling merry enough to say ‘ho ho ho’ a lot to the kids (without a drop of alcohol, honest!) The main Christmas party here took place on Christmas Eve. A small group of volunteers made the dining room look incredible with crackers, streamers, balloons and party poppers. At 4 o’clock the children were allowed into the room and the party could begin. Shortly afterwards, Father Christmas came round the corner into the car park on the back of the Bolero truck, waving to the expectant group of kids. Thanks to the generosity of visitors, sponsors and volunteers, the kids scored well on the present front this year with a bumper stash of presents. They were so desperate to play with their new toys that many of them rushed off as soon as the meal was over to their rooms to compare gifts, leaving a small group of older kids and volunteers to share in some modern Zulu dancing to the latest tunes. It was a top party, really good fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day was more hectic than I thought it would be. Having spent the previous few evenings increasing my viewing knowledge of insanely cheesy Christmas Movies (How many different versions of Santa stories can there be?), I was quite tired but had to get up at 5.30am in any case to make sure the kids left ok for their 4 day trip to the seaside. After a few last minute hitches, they finally left and are have been making the most of the beautiful South Coast beaches. And we were left with 5 crèchies, 2 girls and 2 babies on site. It was so lovely and quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crèchies spent all of Christmas Day playing with their new toys. Toddler ‘A’ got a lion that is twice her size, and little ‘M’ got a great new ‘thu-thu’ ride on toy which he loves, but also seems to prefer ‘Mb’s’ dolly buggy (maybe it goes faster on the rough playground terrain?)… They even made Christmas cookies. Happy Days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mid-afternoon the beautiful weather disappeared and a storm broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about the same time I had to get a couple of our aunties back to the valley to be with their family in an emergency, except I didn’t have a suitable driver to get all the way as it would be too dangerous (merry people walking all over the road, or worse still, driving.) and then my other driver phoned to say he’d managed to get one of our combis stuck in some mud in Sankontshe. One minute I was worrying along with the aunties about their family and the next minute I was falling about laughing about the ridiculousness of the fact that someone could get stuck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I’d stopped laughing, I went to sort out help for him, and after the guys had stopped laughing, and run to get cameras, a group of 5 volunteers set off in the 4x4 to help out. The only problem now was that the girl who was in charge of the kitchen was in the stranded combi and it was getting near to crèchies’ dinner time. One of the crèche volunteers and myself had to get into the kitchen and sort out dinner for them – easy, as it was leftovers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone made it home ok and it was all rather funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never dull in this place…. Not even on Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-8624647419112666756?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/8624647419112666756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/8624647419112666756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-crazy.html' title='Christmas Crazy'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-7138096355274239790</id><published>2007-12-21T11:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:17:03.765+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, and so it begins…</title><content type='html'>It’s weird being back here and knowing that I’ll be leaving in a few weeks (48 days, not that I’m counting). On the one hand I’m looking forward to being back in the UK and catching up with everyone and on the other hand I’m so sad about leaving ‘my’ children here and I can’t even imagine not being here anymore. But I guess everyone who comes here to work, even for a little while, falls under the enchantment of the wonderful treasures who play, sleep, fight and laugh here.&lt;br /&gt;But, for the next week at least, they are all mine as I get to be in charge of the whole shebang. Everyone else is on leave and the party is mine… Nice. We only have about 20 kids here and all but the crechies are heading to the beach on Christmas Day, so it will be very quiet for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;I am, however, restricted to site until Friday 28th, and seeing as my internet connection is rubbish, I guess this is my Happy Christmas message to everyone. I hope you all have a wonderful, peaceful and joyful time celebrating Christ’s birth and that your wishes come true for Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-7138096355274239790?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/7138096355274239790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/7138096355274239790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-and-so-it-begins.html' title='Christmas, and so it begins…'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-7751634236274763755</id><published>2007-12-21T11:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:13:14.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy</title><content type='html'>There is sadness in the air this morning as the choir comes to terms with the loss of one of its members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M was a wonderful young man who I had much to do with last year when I was trying to get him a passport for the UK tour. We only managed to get him an ID not a passport and so he was unable to come to England with us. I'll always remember him sitting in my car just after we finally picked up his ID book a few months ago, stunned and happy that he 'finally existed' in terms of being a South African citizen legally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lived with his family on a hill not far from here and they have received quite a bit of help from us in the past. He was well loved by people here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragically last night he put his arm through a glass window. Unfortunately for him a main artery was severed and he did not recover. He was 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a country where so many people are dying of AIDS related diseases, it seems all the more tragic that a bright young man who was healthy and had everything to live for would have his life cut short by such a crazy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember his family and the family here, especially the Young Zulu Warriors, at this time. I expect the funeral will take place next weekend, after Christmas. So it won't be easy for any of us with this happening so close to the festive week. Pray for God's peace and comfort for people here at this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-7751634236274763755?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/7751634236274763755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/7751634236274763755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2007/12/tragedy.html' title='Tragedy'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-3942054713581387071</id><published>2007-12-21T11:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:05:10.747+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Visa again…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; I got back from holiday to discover I had to arrange for one of our girls, B, to get her visa for the Netherlands and then get on the flight. This involved a very early start on Tuesday up to Joburg and then drive to Pretoria in time for 10am to collect her visa.&lt;br /&gt;All of that passed without incident, until we got to the Royal Netherlands Embassy to be told that her visa has been sent back to Durban and would be ready for collection on Wednesday morning. All great plans thwarted by bureaucracy…&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, in any case, there was nothing for us to do but chill in Pretoria until Wed lunch time when we met a volunteer who’d flown up specially to put the newly-collected visa into our hands and then I could make sure she got the flight at 5pm. A lot of flying for one little visa.&lt;br /&gt;However, it was all worth it as B had never flown before and it was good for her to fly with me from Durban to Joburg to discover what it’s all about, before a long-haul flight Joburg-Paris-Amsterdam. She really appreciated that experience. And also the nice room she got to herself in Pretoria (she has never had her own room, or a TV to watch in bed!)&lt;br /&gt;We spent the evening at Mcdonald’s and then seeing a movie. Things we take for granted, such as popcorn, were a real treat for her and when someone phoned her the next day on the way to the airport she excitedly recounted the events of our time in Pretoria as being ‘the time of my life’…&lt;br /&gt;It was fun getting to know her better and helping her out. She walks with a crutch and had to have a wheelchair to get to the plane and it was quite emotional saying goodbye to my new friend when the time came for her to go through security. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unfortunately as soon as I’d seen her off, the day went downhill with a delay for my return flight (someone had apparently run into the side of the plane?!?!) and the disappearance of my luggage (which thankfully turned up the next afternoon – just as I was getting major flip-flop withdrawal…)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-3942054713581387071?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/3942054713581387071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/3942054713581387071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2007/12/visa-again.html' title='Visa again…'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-2502682997216137141</id><published>2007-12-13T18:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T18:31:56.753+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the joys of constant internet connection..</title><content type='html'>I've been spoilt this week in St Lucia with my laptop internet connection working perfectly.. and thus I've managed to keep on top of a lot of internet issues. However tomorrow we leave this place and head back to Cato Ridge, where internet connection is sadly sporadic. Thus I don't know when I'll be online again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Dad are going to experience staying with me (in the room next door) for a few nights. Not sure if they'll cope with the higgledy-piggledy ramshackleness of site, but we'll see... It's better than camping (just!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they are back off to chilly old England, leaving me to top up my tan yet further over Christmas... (not that there will be time for sitting around - lot's to do, little time to do it!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-2502682997216137141?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/2502682997216137141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/2502682997216137141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2007/12/joys-of-constant-internet-connection.html' title='the joys of constant internet connection..'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-8924740843581429857</id><published>2007-12-13T18:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T18:28:14.412+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Any questions? Any answers.</title><content type='html'>The Wildebeest question of a few days ago is solved. Our helpful and knowledgeable guide at Umfolozi yesterday informed us that male wildebeests are territorial and have to stay in their allotted areas. They wait for females to cross their path and only then can they mate with them. This means that standing around under trees, doing nothing much but eating, is mandatory until the women come along. They often pick a tree near to a bunch of nyalas, zebra and giraffe so that there’s safety in numbers. As these animals all prefer different lengths of grass, they help each other out in this respect too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t nature great? It all has some kind of order…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed the male wildebeest probably act and get into gear when beautiful female wildebeest cross their path. Perhaps men who moan that they haven’t met anyone suitable need to just stand under their trees, eat grass and keep their eyes open too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-8924740843581429857?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/8924740843581429857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/8924740843581429857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2007/12/any-questions-any-answers.html' title='Any questions? Any answers.'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-4435128377367236297</id><published>2007-12-13T18:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T18:27:36.873+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Umfolozi, the return.</title><content type='html'>Having failed miserably to find any big cats (lions, leopards, cheetahs) on our previous trip to Hluhluwe-Umfolozi Game reserve, we decided to take the leisurely route and booked a tour to go back. We cleverly booked when no one else wanted to go and thus had our very own private game drive in a big land rover game watching vehicle all to ourselves. The driver even collected us from our front door and drove us all the way to the park, around it and back again. It was certainly an experience and we got to visit areas of the park inaccessible to an ordinary car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, still no more cats but then we did see several more elephant and lots of baby animals: zebra, wildebeest, giraffe, nyala, rhino, warthog….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that 60% of the cute baby warthogs don’t make it to their first birthday, being choice delicacies for a little snack for passing jackals, cheetahs etc….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…And that baby wildebeest are born light brown, the same colour as lions, so that they blend in easier and are protected from an attack. Fascinating stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting a game reserve is a bit like life, in my opinion. You arrive filled with hope and expectation of what you might see and this turns to perseverance after about 2 hours of fruitless searching. You force yourself to rejoice with others at their tales of how many lions they’ve seen, and photos of fresh kills by a passing leopard, whilst inwardly wishing that it could be the other way round and that you’d be recalling these moments. You develop a continuing ‘gritted-teethness’ about driving round, scanning every single tree and plant in the hope of a glimpse of something big and furry and you rejoice over even the smallest of warthog babies. There are the occasional vultures waiting to take you out if they could, but you sail past them in your vehicle. Even on the way back to the exit you refuse to give up hope and in vain continue to stare around for anything that moves. In fact, long after you’ve left the game reserve, you find yourself in ‘game spotting pose’, eager scanning the horizon for the odd elephant or rhino…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-4435128377367236297?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/4435128377367236297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/4435128377367236297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2007/12/umfolozi-return.html' title='Umfolozi, the return.'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-7830874593523897776</id><published>2007-12-11T18:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T18:41:00.808+02:00</updated><title type='text'>St Lucia 2</title><content type='html'>Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't realise how much you value overhead fans until there's a power outage and there's nothing to help you keep cool. In the past 24 hours we've had no less than 3 power outages (this is when Eskom (national power people)  shut down various areas around the country to share electricity or something. They do warn you somewhere on the internet, but don't stick to timings. The most convenient time to shut down is when you are cooking or watching TV, perfect to switch everyone off. Then they'll tell you on SABC to turn all non-essential electrical items off, TV being an ESSENTIAL item, it seems... Hmm, suppose it's helping somewhere, possibly not in St Lucia where every second place seemed to switch to generators immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, the power came back on after the usual 2 hours. And so did the fan. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We paid a visit to the Crocodile Farm this afternoon. Not much has changed since I went in April, except the snakes had been temporarily shut down. Same old crocs. Dad did point out that several information boards were regaling us with tales of escaped crocs and ones jumping over the fences to be reunited with other ones... Good job it was too hot for them to even consider giving us more than a raised eyebrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-7830874593523897776?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/7830874593523897776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/7830874593523897776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2007/12/st-lucia-2.html' title='St Lucia 2'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-7933076547993881886</id><published>2007-12-11T18:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T18:33:18.552+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hluhluwe Umfolozi Game Reserve</title><content type='html'>Getting up half an hour later than the previously stated time of 4am was a pleasant surprise as the sun had risen and it felt later than it was. By 6.10am we had driven to the game reserve and were in to start the day's search for animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top of our list of 'animals to see' were the elephants. There are reputed to be 400 elephants in the park, we managed 3 during the course of the day. That's 3 more than last time. They say you should keep a distance of 50m from the elephants as they can be extremely dangerous. (It's always the vegetarians you have to watch!) but the layout of the road next to a watering spot necessitated us going about 20m from a couple of them. This would have been fine if one hadn't been a elephant bull 'in must', and therefore more aggressive. He didn't cause us any trouble though, but after the first menacing look from him we weren't going to hang around too long to find out how quickly he could upturn our toyota yaris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from Hilltop camp gave us a picture of just how massive Hluhluwe-Umfolozi Park is. This is no small safari park. The 2 parks together are about 40miles long and up to 20 miles wide. That's a lot of space for roaming. It's full of forest, rivers and other terrains, which is perfect for animals to hide in. There are many trees for leopards to sit in and watch unsuspecting passing vehicles without ever being spotted. And we were unable to spot any big cats this time, which was the only disappointing thing about the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been before, we were used to seeing zebras, impala and wildebeest roaming. However an interesting trend seemed to be developing amongst the animals. A single wildebeest stood under a tree near each group of zebras and impala, we saw hardly any in herds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many many babies - impala, baboons and even warthogs (Dad's favourite). As the day progressed it got hotter and hotter and towards mid-afternoon even we would have given anything just to chill out under a tree in the shade at a water hole. (Perhaps then we would have seen some big cat action!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching animals at close quarters brought out lots of unanswered questions though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why was there only 1 wildebeest with each group of impala/zebra etc? Was he on guard, or in trouble with his mates? Had there been a general falling out of all wildebeest and each one settled with the other creatures for company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One group of giraffes were all standing facing the same direction, seemingly staring at something. We couldn't see what. But then it can't have been a predator or they would have run. Why were they pretending to be 21st century robot giraffes stuck in the same mode? Was there a reason or had we just stumbled upon a game of giraffe 'stuck in the mud'? (usually it's only the warthogs who favour this party game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Zebras like hanging out by standing facing each other and putting their heads over the back of the other one so it looks like they are embracing. What does this behaviour mean? Or are they just extremely friendly animals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, lots more questions remain unanswered. I think I need to watch more 'Animal Planet'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-7933076547993881886?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/7933076547993881886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/7933076547993881886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2007/12/hluhluwe-umfolozi-game-reserve.html' title='Hluhluwe Umfolozi Game Reserve'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-1471929362412892577</id><published>2007-12-09T21:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:21:48.511+02:00</updated><title type='text'>St Lucia 1</title><content type='html'>We drove up on Friday from Durban to St Lucia, stopping for a spot of shopping in the upmarket resort of Ballito on the way. I drove through near torrential rain all the way from Ballito to St Lucia but we still made good time to arrive at our ‘luxury’ apartment near the town centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve come to realise that ‘luxury’ is a rather subjective term. After the lush accommodation in Westville, this apartment has rather too many cracks in the tiles and a whole range of bamboo furniture. I’m not a fan of bamboo furniture, it belongs in conservatories and garden houses, not in ‘luxury’ accommodation. However, it was raining and so everything looked grim and so we put on a brave face and settled in. Apart from having to purchase nearly everything we need for the kitchen, the inventory being imaginary rather than fact, we’re doing ok here. The shower is fantastically powerful and there are nice big fans in each room to keep us cool. So, all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we ventured out into the town and up to the jetty for another river cruise. (I say another because we already did a lot of these activities in April). This time we were in a smaller boat and could get right up close and personal with the crocs and hippos. In fact a little too close for comfort. Nearly every single crocodile saw us and propelled themselves into the water heading in our direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it’s early summer here a lot of creatures are ‘with young’ and the creatures of the water are no exception. We came across a 4-day-old-hippo with its mum (and about 12 other hippos keeping guard nearby). After a few minutes of photos and ‘aww cute’s from the people on board, Mummy hippo decided she’d had enough and made a funny noise at which point the rest of the hippos started making a big noise and turned round to face the boat. Could have been nasty, but we escaped unharmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the course of the day we also managed to see 4 fish eagles, who are the most beautiful birds. Black and white, they swoop down over the water before returning to their treetops to survey the land. Definitely a top bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Sunday, we ventured into the Eastern Shores of Lake St Lucia game reserve and up to a resort called Cape Vidal. We were blessed to see 3 white rhino grazing peacefully near to the entrance: Mum, Dad and baby. They were far enough away not to see us (they have bad eyesight) but for us to get a good view. During the rest of the drive I spotted a Martial eagle and a Wahlberg eagle. Amazing birds. I’ve never really been into bird-watching, but when there are so many interesting birds, it’s suddenly a great thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a bit of time on the beach at Cape Vidal. It’s a beautiful wild coastline, where only a limited number of people are allowed each day. At night the turtles come up and lay their eggs on the same beach where we walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much fun was had watching the locals drive their fishing speed boats up onto the sand and try to winch them onto trailers. One Toyota was having particular problems getting off the beach and had to drive really fast to get over the dunes. Later we watched the same fishermen gutting their fish at a specially prepared area. Bit smelly, but fascinating nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No monkeys disturbed our picnic. Think Dad was a bit disappointed. But we did come across a light-coloured monkey who is different from all the others we’ve seen in the past; and on the way back we saw a mummy monkey with a very young baby vervet monkey. It can’t have been very old, it still looked like a gremlin. She wasn’t too pleased to see us, but did sit still long enough for some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been hot, but a bit overcast at times with the odd rain shower. The sun is hot though, despite being plastered in factor 40 I am still getting red on a daily basis. Can’t go much higher in sun cream levels, but at least it’s developing into a great tan. Dad and I are having red nose competitions, but I think he’s winning at the moment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Hluhluwe game reserve. And a 4am start. Eurgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-1471929362412892577?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/1471929362412892577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/1471929362412892577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2007/12/st-lucia-1.html' title='St Lucia 1'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-7866290058035534253</id><published>2007-12-05T11:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T12:05:57.881+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a few other photos (for the family... ;-) )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R1Z3gNEZQwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pLb88O-SOsQ/s1600-h/DSCF8318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140427419837612802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R1Z3gNEZQwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pLb88O-SOsQ/s320/DSCF8318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mum and Dad outside our appartment &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R1Z3g9EZQxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TQQyCAnTWI0/s1600-h/P1000193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140427432722514706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R1Z3g9EZQxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TQQyCAnTWI0/s320/P1000193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby N was not too happy to be held by Mum...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R1Z3hNEZQyI/AAAAAAAAAIk/f31OdLbphr8/s1600-h/P1000252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140427437017482018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R1Z3hNEZQyI/AAAAAAAAAIk/f31OdLbphr8/s320/P1000252.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Contents of a food parcel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-7866290058035534253?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/7866290058035534253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/7866290058035534253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2007/12/few-other-photos-for-family.html' title='a few other photos (for the family... ;-) )'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R1Z3gNEZQwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pLb88O-SOsQ/s72-c/DSCF8318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013877468698422175.post-7657970413238091663</id><published>2007-12-05T11:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T11:56:27.895+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R1Z1WNEZQuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZLSRiEIzGPo/s1600-h/DSCF8356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140425049015665378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R1Z1WNEZQuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZLSRiEIzGPo/s320/DSCF8356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad and Mum with Angel, the Community health worker (in orange) and the mother and one of her daughters in the sponsor family. That box is well heavy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R1Z1WdEZQvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Gcmgy9Ryo-o/s1600-h/P1000365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140425053310632690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R1Z1WdEZQvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Gcmgy9Ryo-o/s320/P1000365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In Mophela, with some of the kids at the second sponsor family house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was spent at my house, catching up with children and meeting my sponsor baby, who gurgled and crawled on cue. (well trained!). I treated M&amp;amp;D to the Spar Experience – a trip to our local shopping mall at Cato Ridge – very Zulu. We had to buy essential food parcel components for our visit to a couple of sponsor families on Tuesday and this is the best place to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday morning I drove M&amp;amp;D down to Kwa Ximba #9 in my car (the roads were a bit precarious for a hire car, and my car is well-known in the valley). We picked up a community health worker and set off to pay a visit to the family that my parents sponsor through the Child Sponsorship scheme. The road up to their house was fairly torturous, enough to keep Dad concerned in any case, but definitely not the worst roads I’ve been on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On arrival at the home of the family, we found out that the mother was off in the community garden working and she had to be summoned. Despite the abject poverty in which these people live, they still manage to keep mobile phones working and have a small TV for the kids to watch. Thankfully she was reachable on her cell-phone and rushed back to greet us. Have got some great pictures of M&amp;amp;D sitting outside a wattle-and-daub mud hut, taking in the view over the valley. It’s a totally different world, but very good to come down and discover for themselves how it is to live in these valleys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother was overjoyed to receive an extra food parcel, it will certainly come in handy with Christmas round the corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we headed to another valley to visit the family sponsored by my sister’s church. They lived not far from where I used to hang out with Smilo so I knew the roads well. We picked up another community health worker and headed over the sandy ant-infested fields towards a group of mud huts. There was some confusion as to the whereabouts of the family, but when we produced a photo of the family the penny dropped and the young people led us down to the family abode further down the hill. We had to go on foot and so I had to move my car into the compound, parking in between 2 dilapidated Mercedes, one of which looked like it had been blown apart. Leaving a group of small children to keep an eye on the car (assuring Dad that it would be the same with 4 wheels etc when we returned) we set off across the fields, braving the longish grass and ants, to get to the house. Bravery award of the day goes to Mum, who is terrified of snakes, for even setting off on this brief journey. She didn’t moan at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In comparison with the poverty of the family from the morning, these people lived in even more poverty. It took us a little bit of negotiation to work out which children lived there and which were from the neighbouring houses. I managed to communicate with the kids in Zulu, even telling one of the girls she was beautiful ‘Omuhle, wena!’, which produced a huge smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 6 in the family, all sleeping on the floor of an extremely small rondavel. The mother has found a job locally but returns at the weekend, where there are 7 of them. They had electricity which powered a radio, small stove and a freezer, but there didn’t seem to be any light. The family are in the process of building another small room next to the rondavel. It was fascinating to see the process of building with almost medieval methods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We handed over the food parcel and also sweets for all the kids around. The amazing thing was seeing these young women put the boxes of food on their heads and carry them from the car down to the house. These were huge boxes full of food, too heavy for us puny English people to carry. This family is due to start receiving food parcels next week and the extra one will be much appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8013877468698422175-7657970413238091663?l=carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/7657970413238091663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8013877468698422175/posts/default/7657970413238091663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolinesadventuresinsouthafrica.blogspot.com/2007/12/valley.html' title='Valley'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826278093894480399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00644557251171652882'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KngQ_XgJ620/R1Z1WNEZQuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZLSRiEIzGPo/s72-c/DSCF8356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>