After three weeks of luxury in Windoek in the sanctuary of four walls, garden (with grass!), a pool and internet access ... we're now ready to venture out again. We are going back to the Sessrim, the sand dunes that we were originally hoping to see before our trip - crashed! And then to Etosha, through the Caprivi Strip, the Victoria Falls and onto Zambia. Our time with MaryBeth and the BNC kids was wonderful. It has been the best tonic. We felt so totally privilegded. One to be working with MaryBeth, to my way of thinking - she is my modern-day Mother Thereasa - but that doesn't encompass the slightly radical, zani ..... struggling for an appropriate word here, attidude she has! Just a whole lot of fun to be around - and thought provoking in her lifestyle approach. I think she'll be a family table name for quite sometime to come. And the other privilegde was our kids, in fact all five of us - enjoying the time of a vibrant energized community and just been along side some amazing survivors in life. Oh, how cool!! Here's a radical idea. Come and visit Namibia. It really is a country which has a lot of beauty to offer. And bring your family, or friends - and spend two or three of those weeks just ... getting stuck in! You would not regret it!
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Friday 20 November 2009
Heading out of Windhoek
After three weeks of luxury in Windoek in the sanctuary of four walls, garden (with grass!), a pool and internet access ... we're now ready to venture out again. We are going back to the Sessrim, the sand dunes that we were originally hoping to see before our trip - crashed! And then to Etosha, through the Caprivi Strip, the Victoria Falls and onto Zambia. Our time with MaryBeth and the BNC kids was wonderful. It has been the best tonic. We felt so totally privilegded. One to be working with MaryBeth, to my way of thinking - she is my modern-day Mother Thereasa - but that doesn't encompass the slightly radical, zani ..... struggling for an appropriate word here, attidude she has! Just a whole lot of fun to be around - and thought provoking in her lifestyle approach. I think she'll be a family table name for quite sometime to come. And the other privilegde was our kids, in fact all five of us - enjoying the time of a vibrant energized community and just been along side some amazing survivors in life. Oh, how cool!! Here's a radical idea. Come and visit Namibia. It really is a country which has a lot of beauty to offer. And bring your family, or friends - and spend two or three of those weeks just ... getting stuck in! You would not regret it!
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Tuesday 3 November 2009
Car Roll
Last Sunday (25th?) we had a car accident and rolled the car 180 degrees. The roof tent must have cushioned the fall. All five of us are all fine – Ajay has some internal bruising. I think he partially dislocated his shoulder, but pushed it back. Nothing broken in the car or otherwise – not even the bottles of wine. On the other hand, 6 of the 8 windows are smashed, and unless we want a permanent convertible, the car is a write-off and our bank account also more than dented, along with our pride! Especially as it was well documented by you know who!
We were driving too fast on a gravel road, and could not take the corner. We were trying to get early morning Soussoussvlei sand dunes. My first reaction was relief – and then anger and grief mixed up and jostling for position. The boys on the other hand were very cheerful and frankly delighted to see some real action at last.
Now I feel more circumspect.
We have just bought a car that is even better. It's hard to know how to pray this through. We believed that God truly blessed us with the first car. It feels weird. Within a week, we rolled a car, crawled out alive, and bought a new one. As if nothing ever happened. Ajay is incommunicado at the moment, at Hammerstien Cheetah Farm, transfering bits from one car to the other. It's the same model, one year newer, and generally smarter. I don't think the carpets have been used. Bit of a shame really to turn it into a family car/home! And silver, which is a lot more practical than dark blue. (Plus dvd player!) To be honest, if we had thoroughly researched a place to break down, I don't think we'd have found better. Hammerstien Cheetah Farm – thank you so much!!! And beautiful leapords and cheetahs up close too.
The camping is hard work. The kids are finding it hard. I am concerned about the heat as we go further up.
But Namibia is great. We came to Windhoek faster than we intended and met the larger-than-life MaryBeth who is an inspirational lady, and refers to herself as a freelance-do-gooder. She has no salaray yet almost single handedly looks after 200-300 township kids up until 16-18 years. She has a daily after school club from 2-5pm where they eat a bowl of soup and bread, have free time, she tries to work on their basic eduacation skills, some of the older boys she ennables them to have weekly tennis lessons, Saturdays are taken up with football tournament which lasts the whole day, every other Sunday she has arranged for the kids to use the local swimming pool – and basically builds their sefl-esteem in every way she knows how. And no income. Today we listened to Salomes' choir, full of African harmonies and life. Salome, the musical director is 12.
So here we are based for a short time, particuarly while Ajay pushes maths into the Yr 7 kids so that they can move up into High School. My number is 00264 (Namibia) 814811875 if you want to call. Our children are known as 'the little volunteers' and have got stuck right in!
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The Accident by Asher Pindoria
It was 5 am. My mum and dad were running around outside of our Howling Moon trailer tent. I woke up. I didn't want to wake up cause it was still dark. Mum called us five or six timers before my brother, Eden went down and outside. My sister, Portia and me, lay in our sleeping bags or a bit longer. I was awake and she was asleep. I slowly gave her a nudge; she told me 'stop it' and dropped off to sleep again. This time I gave her a shove and told her she could go back to sleep in the car. She finally woke up when I threatened to eat to eat her Smarties.
We walked outside and mum and dad were pretty busy running around. We joined Eden in the car hoping not to be asked to help. Finally our parents hopped in the car. Dad was the driver and mum was in the passenger seat. We drove about 20m got out and said good bye to our film crew. After that mum and dad went into the reception where there were biscuits and free coffee. They got five cups and a flask for later. Mum and dad came back and gave us our coffee. I went back to reception and poured mounts of sugar into the coffee. Then we set off. It was about 5.50am. Now we were cruising down the highway. Portia was sleeping on my lap. Dad was going really fast for gravel road. But he kept looking at the GPS for the layout of the land. It looked pretty straight.
Then he saw the bend in the road, but the GPS didn't show it as anything big. Dad tried to slow down but he was going way to fast. We were swerving from one side of the road to the other, and back again. Then we flipped. I think it was Milo flying everywhere. Mum kept telling us 'It's ok'. Then I blacked out. I clicked my seat belt and fell on my head. I crawled out and dad was pretty annoyed. I turned around and saw mum with blood gushing down her face. We were there for a long time drinking water and keeping warm with blankets around us. Then me and Eden got shoes on and looked for things in the car. A tour bus came full of old people. When they saw the crash they were horrified, cupping their hands around their mouths. Dad spoke to the tour guide about something. Shortly after another car came, so the bus moved on and they rang the cheetah farm where we had been staying. Soon our camera crew came. They interviewed us. One of them was freaked out.
The End
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The Accident by Asher Pindoria
It was 5 am. My mum and dad were running around outside of our Howling Moon trailer tent. I woke up. I didn't want to wake up cause it was still dark. Mum called us five or six timers before my brother, Eden went down and outside. My sister, Portia and me, lay in our sleeping bags or a bit longer. I was awake and she was asleep. I slowly gave her a nudge; she told me 'stop it' and dropped off to sleep again. This time I gave her a shove and told her she could go back to sleep in the car. She finally woke up when I threatened to eat to eat her Smarties.
We walked outside and mum and dad were pretty busy running around. We joined Eden in the car hoping not to be asked to help. Finally our parents hopped in the car. Dad was the driver and mum was in the passenger seat. We drove about 20m got out and said good bye to our film crew. After that mum and dad went into the reception where there were biscuits and free coffee. They got five cups and a flask for later. Mum and dad came back and gave us our coffee. I went back to reception and poured mounts of sugar into the coffee. Then we set off. It was about 5.50am. Now we were cruising down the highway. Portia was sleeping on my lap. Dad was going really fast for gravel road. But he kept looking at the GPS for the layout of the land. It looked pretty straight.
Then he saw the bend in the road, but the GPS didn't show it as anything big. Dad tried to slow down but he was going way to fast. We were swerving from one side of the road to the other, and back again. Then we flipped. I think it was Milo flying everywhere. Mum kept telling us 'It's ok'. Then I blacked out. I clicked my seat belt and fell on my head. I crawled out and dad was pretty annoyed. I turned around and saw mum with blood gushing down her face. We were there for a long time drinking water and keeping warm with blankets around us. Then me and Eden got shoes on and looked for things in the car. A tour bus came full of old people. When they saw the crash they were horrified, cupping their hands around their mouths. Dad spoke to the tour guide about something. Shortly after another car came, so the bus moved on and they rang the cheetah farm where we had been staying. Soon our camera crew came. They interviewed us. One of them was freaked out.
The End
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