Coral Tree Inn
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... I wasn't aware of how close she had really been, I still held my breath and expected a big paw to come flying. You realise that the two animals that look solute and cuddly when Kevin deal with them are in reality still wild creatures and nobody has a say in what they might do next. In hindsight, despite the slight fear that came over me, it was still an absolutely magical morning and we also got a fantastic opportunity to talk to Kevin who stuck around our truck and told us a ...
... African (why is he making a course in SA from a US university?) and humble me. Nice mix nay? As that’s not enough, we get pulled together for the class with students and young professionals from Pretoria and around. Here we have all professions, from the Reserve Bank over mining to Union, from Accounting to honour degrees.
All of us meet daily at 9am at the University of Pretoria in the Economics Department. It’s housed in ...
... for more explanation of the various parts of the mining operation.
After the tour we stopped at a cute little cafe called "Whispering Oaks Cafe". What yummy meals they prepared and very reasonably priced as well. This sweet little down hadd such lovely little shops including one that peaked Phil's interest. None other than a watch shop. He fell in love with a unique one but chose to leave it behind. It was made by Ingersoll.
One we arrived back at Jannie's we did a ...
I am leaving tomorrow evening and in true uber-procrastinator-style I still have lots to do:
- buy cat food and ant repellent
- pack (started 3 days ago but it is actually just one big heap of fleeces, jackets, jeans and boots on top of a shocked suitcase)
- fix my skiing goggles...the spongey bits have come undone
- pay bills
Although not the most organised of people, ...
... the introductions up by stating our purpose for being at the school and asking if the students had any questions for us.
No one raised their hand.
After some prodding and pulling of teeth, however, one girl in the very last row of the classroom raised her hand. “I have a question for her,” she said, pointing at me. This was exciting and I wondered what question she could possibly have. Would it be about California or dancing or teaching or ...