Hout Bay View
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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
- Free parking
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... and a very competitive game of Scrabble in the warm sunshine.
Sunday saw another visit to the market to buy a few gifts to take home followed by a visit to Llandudno beach. Llandudno is a very upmarket suburb where several international celebrities maintain holiday houses. It being Sunday, the beach, once we reached it down a steep rough path, was quite busy and unfortunately crowded ...
... we went for more food! In Woodstock they have a Saturday morning market at the Old Biscuit Mill. It was heaving!! An overload of the senses – colourful flowers and fruit and veg, food aromas of different cuisines from all over the world, noises of people talking and food cooking, and taste testers of everything. BBQed boerwoers, tuna biltong, olives, cheeses, breads, pastries, honey, salads, you name it!! Mikey opted for a bacon butty for breakfast, whilst Dave, Louise and I had ...
... gas started blinking in the moment when we were approx. 100 km from the closest settlement.
Once we reached the town Gonzalo did not want to stop because he was convinced that we would be able to get to Windhoek using the leftovers in our tank. After we passed the town our car refused to keep on going. We ran out of gas! Luckily we were still close enough to be able to walk to the closest petrol station and bring some gas to the place we got stuck. Gonzalo didnīt ...
... what do you think??! Oh yeah! Congrats Mam you're pregnant!! (Confetti comes from the ceiling and the mariachi band rolls in. Not really) I apparently was more excited than her but after our little talk, she was excited and always wanted 4 children. Ok this TOO fun....gimme more!
Ok so our final patient I went to fetch in the dark. I couldn't really see what was going on with him but he looked like he was crying because someone may have knifed him in the face. Well as ...
... Malay food, although I couldn’t handle the spice, so my food adventures aren’t likely representative of what Malay food really is like. Loved the minced meat samoosas though! (shh! don’t tell my other host families about that meat-eating now)
And on a more lighthearted note, my host brother called me “eateable.” APPARENTLY it’s a compliment of my “chunky” and ...