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Paradise Reloaded

plays an update from me, and again from another place ... The
first weeks in Light House were simply not admitted. It was just all so different and I first had to get used to the other conditions.

The rule was broken again, since my family arrived in Johannesburg. I would have never thought so, but they have implemented a dream and have actually gone into the aircraft. We have two weeks together to tour the beautiful vast country.
the beginning there were some problems with the luggage, but we did everything with humor. Moreover, the experiences were too great to enable people to mope. The weather was not as warm as in summer, but we had many great days and almost always Sun.
The first was Cape Town with its beautiful houses, the Cape, the great beaches, Table Mountain and a breathtaking panorama. Then we continued along the Garden Route. We drove just start and looked for a hotel in the evening, which was exciting but also challenging. God was really good and we always had a really good bed and very nice hosts. There were some good discussions and we have always taken care of!

A trip to "Africa Africa" was the drive through the Transkei, the homeland of the Xhosa. It went up and down the mountains, isolated villages of round huts were seen and many people, goats, cows on the highway .=) But it was worth it, after the white South African Nobel sometimes still see as a totally different side. And it was really just to marvel at how diverse it may be that country. One hour drive and you see a completely different landscape-wow!

Especially we are in Durban, the hottest city on the Indian Ocean. It feels so good to be back at headquarters to see the people again to enjoy the beach, stroll through Suncoast to worshiper in Glenridge ... this is called holiday! Unfortunately, it goes further tomorrow, but I want my family even the North Show "my" Township, friends and work. And again a completely different landscape ... We can not wait!

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heart in the balance

I'm already two weeks at the other end of the world, but a reflection seems to be difficult.
main problem is lack of communication for the Internet. Last year, the telephone cable stolen and now remains only Internet via mobile phone, which works for me but not funny enough. So I can check only once a week just to a colleague e-mails, so please do not be angry if the answer is a ways off and rather short ... is

The flight was very good, I only had a short stay in Dubai and there the machine only half full, I even had a number for me to sleep. But the thought soon to be back in South Africa, stopped me from sleep. At the airport I was greeted very warmly and everything seemed so familiar. The road to the farm through the city, the construction site, even the potholes were still the same! J

In total remained the same things that I did not expect it. I feel like I was away for even a year, everything seemed familiar, and so, as always. It was good to see the farm again, the kids who knew me even more welcomed and loved. On Monday I was able for the first time to visit the schools and brought back a little routine, become the one liked.

This "for the first time" - toast with Cheddar, Roibos Tea, KFC Burger, nozzle on the dirt road to see friends again, old streets to explore, to go to church, shivering under the cold shower ...
I notice that I South Africa it has become home than expected.

Then there is the whole other side where everything is so different. My head had probably understood that some people had gone, some things had changed, and life just could not go on as before. But my heart has not yet come afterwards, and had probably hoped that I would be catapulted back into the past and everything would remain the same. This has not been fulfilled, but only gradually I realize the impact of it. Instinctively, I make certain movements, or go in a certain direction, because it was always like, to remember only to find that this does not work and it just is not as before. How do I automatically
suggest the way toward a wooden house, lives there now but someone else. I am only visitors. Although I have no right to come in me the feeling that it's my place, and was taken away. One enters the house and expects all are back at the table and we eat together and laugh. But there's only emptiness, which one expects a lonely room and a lot of time too much time for itself

There remains to me to look at what is the same. Meeting friends, chatting, have fun and try new things. And to trust again and again to the one who never changes ...