Nearly Home Time...

With my return home fast approaching, the last week has been a cramming in of all the touristy things I wanted to get done before it was too late. One night we went to Moyo, which is, according to the website, "an intricate fusion of African flavours, textures, sights, sounds and smells, creating the greatest feeling of all: expectation."

Nice.

It was a great evening, to be fair. Nowhere else in the world will I sit in a tent, wrapped in an African blanket (which was made in Taiwan, out of acrylic!) whilst watching a group of tribal drummers and dancers perform, as I dine on such things as antelope curry, springbok sausages and a ridiculous amount of vegetables. Which, needless to say, I ignored. Anyway, the photo's I took capture the moment far more than anything I could say:

Moyo

Yesterday I went to Cape Point Nature Reserve. Its the most Southern Westerly tip of Africa, and has a wide range of wildlife including baboons, springboks and ostriches. Again, the photographs are vastly superior - look out for evil photo intruders, who are now world famous thanks to Facebook and www.anthilder.co.uk:

Cape Point

I've been battling with homesickness as well the last couple of weeks. And of course I've not said anything, but I'm so looking forward to being back home now. Of course, where home will be is an interesting question. I've got three options, so really timescales are another consideration. There is also the small matter of employment, but i think God has spoken to me about that - in one of those "that's such a ludicrous idea its either totally ridiculous, or its you God." But I need to do some more musing on it. Its funny, this walk of faith thing. I'm finding more and more that God doesn't give us all the answers to all our questions. In fact, sometimes He doesn't give us any! I'm pondering the words of Jesus in Matthew 6:30-34, and I think I'm at the point where I'm happy not knowing all the facts. As long as I know the pillar of cloud by day, and pillar of fire by night go ahead of me then I can follow.

Anyhow, here is a list of things I intend to do when I get back to the UK:

• Get a hair-cut. I'm starting to resemble some of the indigenous primates
• Sleep in my own bed
• Drink a stupid amount of pure, fresh apple juice. Don't ask
• Watch Match Of The Day. Man, I've missed it.
• Read the whole of the Sunday papers one afternoon, then snooze afterwards
• Read the two issues of FourFourTwo that I've got through the post, but not read.
• Go to the best church in the world the first Sunday i'm back
• Visit all my friends, invite myself round for dinner with them and bore them with all my stories. And yes, even you Toby!
• Sit with my mum and show her all my photographs. No, she's not seen any of them, the poor woman.
• Take the dogs that I really don't like out for a walk in beautiful, peaceful, muddy, wet, glorious English woodland
• Smoke a cigar with a couple of friends
• Open all my post
• Eat saveloy and chips
• Buy some jeans and some shirts and have a wardrobe clear out

Its far from a conclusive list - so, dear readers, feel free to comment and add further suggestions!

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