St Adens Manor House Pretoria

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“Jo’burg? Next week? I need to travel next week.”

“The soon** you make the appointment, the soon** they’ll get to you.”

Fortunately the people in Jo’Burg are a little more helpful.

“When are you traveling?”

“The eighth of Septemb**.”

“Can you come in between one and four this ...

... person forming the "tunnel". The Holy Spirit frequently comes upon people, and they become "drunk in the Spirit". Spontaneous laughter, shaking, and dancing are normal). After most of the men had passed through the tunnel two or three times, and we were wrapping it up... who should come up but the warden of the prison and three of the guards! They wanted what the other men were getting (and they got it!). I believe they accepted Jesus that day! Praise God.

... and the Church Square. It was a very short visit but a nice one, the views at the Union Buildings were great and it was nice to see the city centre of Pretoria and all historicals buildings including the court that sentenced Nelson Mandela to life imprisonment in the infamous Rivonia trial. We also saw the house of Paul Kruger and the church on the other side of the street that he had built for himself! Jonna and Dom

... in South Africa. The weather during the week was just about the same day to day. Cold enough in the morning to leave frost on cars and then a nice warm sun in the afternoon. The skies were cloudless just about all of the time but a haze at times because of the grass fires. We would typically see a grass fire during our drive after work about every other day. During the week the subject of rugby came up time and again. Mike had taken Jim and Jane to ...

... the block. Not knowing what to do, and somewhat in shock...the three of us just sat th**e in an empty taxi...waiting. Eventually, our cab driv** came running back, dodging traffic with some petrol in hand. The rest of our ride consisted of discussions around the recent increases in petrol prices (fixed at ev**y gas station and controlled by the gov**nment) and our cab driv**s p**spectives on how the "coloured" (official ref**ence to anyone who ...

... friends back home in one piece. There is always a wedding to attend to or a kiddies birthday party now that my friends have discovered the art of baby making! You learn pretty quickly to find MOMMY when the cute baby you are holding produces a smelly!! My dad is on his travels in africa, which means I now play pool girl ( pool maintenance ), emergency car maintenance ( driver prangs our delivery vehicle ) or plumber ...

... they get their homework done with the supplies they need and in a clean space. We will see if this works, it's pretty optimistic I think. There are two new volunteers from Sweden who are here for ten days, and it will just be the three of us this weekend, so I am hoping to head to a more traditional African market on the weekend to pick up some things. Well the children are almost here and I have used up more than my share of internet time at the Haven. Thanks again to everyone ...

... hug to the ground. And then, just as soon as I had begun, the basket was drawn to a screeching halt, and I stepped out onto the clay again. I was soon met by the cheers and "awesomes" from the rest of the group as they joined me on the ground. It was only the beginning, we had decided to make it a nightly ritual. In the dream there was no day, I merely fast forwarded to the night each time in order to ride in the air ...

... how dare she...she knew we were coming. So on with our tour ending up at Harrod's. We just couldn't buy the $1000 purses and matching shoes because of our weight limit for our bags. So back to the room for a little rest and than another all night flight into Joberg. Spent the day at the pool, weather is great!! Have met up with the rest of our group and our having dinner with them tonight. Love to all!!

... shoot!! And they all started laughing. Craig opened the bag and there was no gun. They said "we are just having some fun at your expense and off you go before you miss your bus". Hilarious! Well after Craig's heart stopped beating a thousand beats a minute and wondering for real what the Botswanan jails looked like and if he would have to trade his hiking boots to contact the outside world (eh Alan!). An exciting end to the trip you might say. But we made it back to ...