Sunday morning Sian and I went to church with George - to the Gospel Mission church to be precise. Sian soon got into the worship which was lively to say the least. Twenty minutes of "I have decided to follow Jesus" with the repeated chorus "No more turning back" all to a wonderful swinging rhythm, was quite an experience followed by a joyful conga to an Afrikaans song. Then we enjoyed a slow but beautiful song about enjoying the presence of the Lord. The service was in Afrikaans but a young man sat next to me and a young lady next to Sian and they interpreted for us. The young man's name turned out to be Llewellyn (very Welsh!) and they both did a marvellous job.
Afterwards we went to the Ark where we enjoyed a traditional Sunday afternoon Braai (Afrikaans for barbecue) the highlight of which was for me the wonderful Roosterbrod (roast bread) prepared by Aunty Nellie and cooked on the barbecue. We were very privileged to share this Braai with all our friends - thank you George and Anne Marie and all who made this possible. After eating I had to play the organ for the kids and this was rounded off with all the children singing for us. This was wonderful - they all have such natural rhythm and enthusiasm. We finally left for the lake after sundown having had a wonderful day.
Monday - just one last full day. We spent some time discussing the future of the garden and the priorities and made arrangements for George and the family and Bex's friends to come to the lake restaurant for a meal in the evening. On our way South the previous week I had noticed a sign for "Tropic of Capricorn." It didn't dawn on me until later that this sigh actually marked the Southern tropical line. So Sian and I drove down to take a photograph. It was a bit further than we had thought but we did it. On our way back I was driving along when something disturbed a flock of birds in the bush to the left of the road (locally known as tarantal (?) - a bit like a large pheasant. All of them managed to get off the ground quite quickly except for one who failed to make it and smashed into the windscreen. Thankfully the windscreen was made from toughened safety glass and although it crazed, it didn't completely shatter. A phone call established that no hire company provided insurance against damaged windscreens in Namibia due to the high proportion of gravel roads. Again, thankfully the windscreen was only badly crazed in the centre so I could drive it to the airport ok the following day.
We spent a very enjoyable evening at the lake restaurant and also met the owner of the resort and his wife Helena. Helena has been very kind to us during our stay at the lake. After dinner, George and Anne Marie came back to the house. Flash
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