At the moment there’s a lot of fear and hype surrounding Xenophobia in SA. There has been a new wave of attacks on foreigners, in several big cities. Many hundreds of Zimbabweans, Congolese, and Indians have been forced to leave the country, whilst businesses have been burnt down and looted.
So far, there’s been very little sign of it in rural areas, and media coverage of the city violence appears to have been blown out of proportion – but its still a slightly tense time to be a non local living in South Africa.
In March, we had the opportunity to visit Harrismith, the town we’ve stayed in during all our previous South Africa visits. You can see the Platberg behind us in the photo, the majestic mountain that hovers over the town.
It was a real blessing to see our lovely friends, and Freedom Church gave me the honour of preaching at their Sunday morning fellowship.
I enjoy music tremendously. I’m terrible at remembering band names, or song titles, but the one piece of dedication I excel at? Listening to albums on repeat. Again and again.
In June, I am going to see a band called The Movielife with some close old friends. As part of preparing for this, I’ve purchase their first two albums, which I didn’t already have, and am now spending all my exercising time listening to their entire catalogue, over and over.
Generally, there are aspects to a band’s lyrics I agree with… and disagree with. Often I’m not on board with …
It is very strange living in a country that gets hotter as Christmas comes near. For 27 years of my life, the build up to our annual celebration has been marked by the temperature dropping.
The nights draw in, the Christmas tree appearing all the more bright as a result, festive candles illuminating the dark. And the social events: carol singing in a thick coat, followed by hot, freshly-baked mince pies and mulled wine; food that warms you up as it sinks down.
Here in South Africa, its been reliably 30+ degrees each day, with a few hitting 36. I’ve …
This weekend, myself and Joen went away for a trip without the girls. Just father and son, enjoying a trip to the remote Black Rock Beach with some of our friends from the hospital.
It was my first experience of real 4×4 offroading. Not only did I have to use the 4×4, I had to put it in ultra low gear mode, and in the end I still had to give up on one hill and find another route round.
After a fairly exhilarating 2 hour scramble along sand dunes and vague attempts at dirt tracks, the beach was incredible. …
Lots of people have warned us that this is going to be hard.
Specifically, they’ve warned that a year of medical mission in a township with hardly any English speaking people, and none of our normal support around us, will be emotionally, physically, spiritually draining.
Just as we were getting better, Joen decided to spend an entire night vomiting. I got to sleep on the floor next to him, ready with a bucket.
I think we expect that, and we’ve tried to sensibly prepare for it. What we weren’t prepared for was: