Endless Horizons Boutique Hotel
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... br> This was such a contrasting day. From the hustle and bustle of the Clermont Township shopping area and the Community Hall with the sounds of music and singing ringing in our ears as we left, suddenly we were in this still small quiet room of Pricilla's Jondolo (shanty) home quietly reading and pouring over Gods word. It had been more than six months since we had met with Pricialla and Busi and their excitement and interest in the word was obvious from ...
... on the terrace of the charming colonial Oyster Box Hotel. On the way back we stopped at Richard's church and I was given a little tour of the premises.
Richard had a dental appointment on Tuesday morning. By the time he returned Jill and I were packed and ready for our trip to the Drakensberg mountains. We loaded up the car and set off almost immediately. The freeway was extremely busy, a constant procession of ...
... I carried with me:
1) Bib belt (I kept my salt tablets in here and 4 packets of GU)
2) Band aids
3) Bottle with a mixture of Carbo Pro + Nuun concentrate
4) 8 packets of GU (received 2 more from Shereen and Derrick)
5) Wore compression socks
6) Race cap – you are only allowed to wear the official race cap that they give you
7) Indian Flag
On to Race Details:
It wasn’t as cold as I had expected it to be at ...
... br> I have learnt more about myself then I ever expected to learnt, I have learnt I am strong, valuable, and worthy, I have learnt how much I can be to others and something I see as so simple can have such an impact on someone else. I have learnt that Africa has many ups and downs and I have learnt that just as extreme as a day in Africa can be it can become that extreme in your own life and after 7 months of being certain I would only be here for one year i find ...
... s that acorn, my safety acorn, I think to myself. 'THE BLOOD OF JESUS RUNS THROUGH OUR RIVERS AND IS IN OUR SOIL, SO, YOUR REDEMPTION IS STILL POSSIBLE!!' I was the only odd one out, every other passenger belonged to the church group. I sank lower in my seat and tried to remain unnoticed and invisible, fairly hard when I was the only white tourist on the bus. Hours passed, the plateau that Joburg sits on slipped away behind me and my eyes caught the impressive sight of ...