Hayestack

                                                                                         
When I feel the touch of your hand upon my life,
It causes me to sing this song that I love you Lord.
So from deep within my spirit singeth unto you
You are my King, you are my God & I love you Lord.
I had a ‘lucky’ escape on Friday when I was run over by a [...]

The ELCIN Church in Namibia is crazy. Take the other week, only the most important Sunday in the Christian year, viz. Easter Day, Nico and Margreeth, our Dutch friends, were away on holiday, so the congregation had to sing the hymns without the support of an organ. This would not normally daunt them. It usually [...]

                                          Table Mountain
If I had to live anywhere in South Africa, I’m pretty sure I would choose Cape Town. It is smart, cosmopolitan, friendly and small enough to be able to walk anywhere. We certainly feel more secure and comfortable here than in any other part of South Africa. The main centre lies between [...]

                                       
Our ride to Stellenbosch is in the largest and most comfortable bus yet. The road takes away from the coast into the hills and vineyards of one of South Africa’s most renowned grape growing regions. We pass the Klingklop brandy distillery and the Robertson Winery, names we have become strangely familiar with after such [...]

Willy and Hilion on their cell phones.
We couldn’t find Kei Mouth on the map because Willy, Danie’s aged parent, insisted on calling it Kei Mon. Willy had a strange sense of humour. I’m still not sure whether the biltong he gives us to eat is actually giraffe as he claims or not. “I good [...]

Just as in Israel at the time of the birth of Jesus, everyone in Rundu travels at Christmas.  It’s not that  we need to be registered for taxation, it’s just too hot here. At times the mercury hits the forties.
Mary and Joseph went to Bethlehem, we are going to Bloemfontein.  This is the legislative [...]

Mary came for us in her old, battered, dusty, red car. She was a self-confessed missionary with  Inland Africa Mission.  Looking for all the world like everyone’s maiden aunt, she inspected our clothes. Good, I was wearing long trousers (God doesn’t like shorts, apparently) and stout shoes. We may have to trek halfway across Namibia. [...]

The English service at the ELCIN Church begins at 7am or sometime thereafter. Linda, Georgina and I arrived at 7am with Nico and Margaarith in their Toyota 4 by 4. Nico and Margaarith are an elderly, Dutch couple who have finished one 2 year stint with VSO and have extended for a further 18 [...]

The end of our visit was in sight. But before we went we just had to make one more visit.   This was to the Watoto Project situated just outside Kampala.  Though Sally had tried to contact the organisers by phone she had been unsuccessful, so they were not prepared for our visit.  In spite of [...]

Day 8 took us from Kabale to Kampala. It was Sunday, the day when, traditionally, people either go to Church or wash their cars. As we drove out of Kabale…drivers were washing their lorries next to signs that read, “Washing vehicles by the side of the road is prohibited”. A bit further down the road [...]