African Dichotomy

Yesterday, Andrew Barton invited me to breakfast at Intle Game Lodge, some 50km west of Port Elizabeth.

There tag line is “Let’s spend holidays together.”

Sitting on the deck overlooking the Indian Ocean and the Gamtoos River, certainly felt like being on holiday.

It was the best of Africa.

Last nite, I watched Carte Blanche on DSTV – a documentary on the education ( rather the non-education) of disabled African children. I was saddened and ashamed.

It was the worst of Africa.

Some Grey Things need to be put in Black and White

Yesterday, I took a walk around the Grey campus.

I ended up in the office of the new Rector, Chris Erasmus, and I had a good cuppa. Queen Victoria said “As long as there’s tea, there’s hope!”

Rector Erasmus is the fourth person to occupy the Rector’s office since my arrival at The Grey in Port Elizabeth – Dieter Pakendorf, Roy Simpson, Neil Crawford and now Mr Erasmus.

We had a good hour-long chat – bits and pieces and bits and bytes – everything from computers in the first Grey computer laboratory I installed to now being handicapped in my access to a wheelchair unfriendly school.

I’ll walk some more and we’ll talk some more – later …

Petersburg South Africa


I’ve been there.

No, not Pietersburg in Limpopo, as it was called, in South Africa.

No, not Saint Petersburg as in Russia, Football, France vs Belgium. Quarter-finals …

It’s Petersburg, now Asanta Sana, in the Bankberg, some halfway between Graaff-Reinet and Cradock in the Eastern Cape.

It’s the home of Richard and Kitty Viljoen.

Our boys were at Grey together and they played cricket on the oval, complete with rhino on the strip!

I was surprised when I went for an early mornin wee and saw a rhino horn at the window!

I’ll add some photos sometime.

In the meantime, it’s France vs Belgium in Russia’s Saint Peterburg …

And the winner is …

Castle Lite Knysna Forest Half-Marathon

Today, 18 years ago, in July of 2000, Lyndsay Brown challenged me to run the Knysna Forest Half-marathon.

I ran that one, the bug bit, and I ran the next five as well. Lyndsay went on to bigger and better things like the Iron Man.

After six half-marathons, I was diagnosed with CBD and hung up my running shoes.

I became a spectator. 

Today, I am not in Knysna, but my heart is there. There can be nothing more beautiful then emerging from the Knysna Forest and looking down the Knysna Lagoon towards the Knysna Heads.

Today, I am not in a good place.

#13 StayStrong

Miracle Recovery of all the Wild Boars and their coach … Thai Nation at its best! Human nature … hope, faith, love 💕

Lump in the throat stuff …