A crackin' joke right there.
So, John Fraser came to visit us last week from Project Trust. He pulled up in his Corolla rent-a-car last tuesday (8 days ago). Once here, he unpacked, bringing steaks, sausages, beer and chocolate; we knew we were in for a nice couple of days. We chatted about Namibia and England and news and all the other things I've missed out on. He told us he had to leave earlier than planned. We only had his company until the next day at 1pm. We Braai'd that night and had a great night just talking.
The next day me and Jamie went to school, John still asleep. After the morning briefing, I went to wake up John, the snoring log. He said he'll be up for 1st break and then come around, look at some lessons, have a talk with us etc. I went out to my first lesson - painting the bins with the learners (it was environment week, and i'd chosen to repaint the bins to encourage not littering). John tagged along unexpectedly and was very pleased the way I handled the lesson. He said he had seen other volunteers do it, and it had not gone well! I was very relieved! He came again later in the day to another bin painting session and was just as pleased. We had a chat about things - everything was fine, principal happy lalalalalala. All good. We said our goodbyes, and just as quickly as he had arrived, he left. Leaving us with creme eggs all the way from england :))))))))
On thursday we went to Van Zyl's farm for Easter (the principal). I had a VERY nice time, watching TV, exploring the farm, eating LOTS of nice food and braai-ing. I ate my creme egg in my room so I would'nt have to share it on Easter Sunday and was very pleased. We also went hunting with Mrs. Van Zyl's son (henkie), who is also 19. He showed us the gun and on my first shot, I obliterated the stone he had put on the ground to shoot. He was impressed.
Next we went out hunting for meerkats and birds. Unfortunately we all missed, except Jamie who shot a meerkat. The next day we went out again. My first shot again, 60yds away with an old .22 rifle, I hit the smallest bird bang on in the chest. I went over the moon! The next 2 bullets brought down a further 2 birds to their doom. 3/3 Henkie was impressed and bet I couldn't get a 4th bird with the 4th bullet... I tried... and failed :(. All in all though it was very fun! After we gave the birds to the workers who apparantly eat them.
We stayed at the farm until Tuesday morning, which was when we returned to the school. I also got a lot of music from Van Zyl's daughter which, after losing my iPod in South Africa made me happy. One song in particular though... Gagnam Style. Yes it has come to Africa too, I didn't miss out reminds me of one of those travelling memories:
So I was in South Africa, Cape Town to be precise. Hitting long street with a couple of drinks in me, enjoying life. The group of us (volunteers) headed to an Irish pub named 'The Dubliner' which was slightly surreal, situated in Cape Town. Anyway, we entered, surround by tourists and people from all over the globe. There was a Karaoke going on at the moment and it was entertaining to watch. The next song that came on, was this famous Gagnam Style song. One of the tourists, a Japanese, got up onto the stage and started screaming the lyrics to this songs, along with the crowd of other Japanese tourists he was with. It was very entertaining to watch. The slightly overweight, nerdy looking tourist was loving the attention he was getting and we were loving him.
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