We went to a place known as the Ghosthouse, a place feared by local children, but to be honest it was actually quite nice during the day. Among smashed walls, broken glass and rubble was a beautiful desert landscape and some very nice people.
Everyone had brought organic goodies that would impress any pallet, vegetarian or not. Around our circle, sitting on blankets that softened the rocks and shards of glass beneath us, were people from all over the world. There were several Namibians and South Africans, a New Zealander named Pete and a Lithuanian named Tango.
We feasted and discussed life, travel and other commonalities. We took pictures and admired how the sun danced off the Ghosthouse.
Everyone had brought organic goodies that would impress any pallet, vegetarian or not. Around our circle, sitting on blankets that softened the rocks and shards of glass beneath us, were people from all over the world. There were several Namibians and South Africans, a New Zealander named Pete and a Lithuanian named Tango.
We feasted and discussed life, travel and other commonalities. We took pictures and admired how the sun danced off the Ghosthouse.
As dusk approached, we watched the sun fade and the stars which had taken its place. After the sunset , we pulled away in separate cars but with a common satisfaction.
Chris and I, with our Lithuanian and kiwi friends were invited for a Braai, or Afrikaner barbeque. Our gracious hosts grilled the steaks and sausages we had bought at the butchery.
We sipped wine and cheap scotch and debated about who drives on the correct side of the road. We discussed differences in our lifestyles and talked about the similiarities that permeated through all our cultures.
We told jokes and funny stories, but none of which got more laughs than a popular lithuanian expression:
"We handle our chicken and women the same way. With our hands"
- Tango, 2010
Chris and I, with our Lithuanian and kiwi friends were invited for a Braai, or Afrikaner barbeque. Our gracious hosts grilled the steaks and sausages we had bought at the butchery.
We sipped wine and cheap scotch and debated about who drives on the correct side of the road. We discussed differences in our lifestyles and talked about the similiarities that permeated through all our cultures.
We told jokes and funny stories, but none of which got more laughs than a popular lithuanian expression:
"We handle our chicken and women the same way. With our hands"
- Tango, 2010
I can assure you, it sounds much better in Lithuanian.
James!!! wow je commence a lire toutes tes aventures et je t'envie! OUIII vraiment. je v ois que tu profites de toutes les petites expériences que les gens peuvent te donner. Je suis heureuse pour toi que tone xpérience vécu avec ta chirurgie ta donné la force d'explorer au dela du simple voyage. Que ce voyage soit une simple journée ou une epreuve pour toi limportant c'est que tu puisses tiré le maximum de chaque situation! Bisou et fais attention a toi
ReplyDeletechantal....qui pense de temps en temps a toi a la clinique les jeudi soir !! :)
Nice writing James, you seem to have a facility with the words. It makes me feel like I'm really there! Keep it up! Earlier this week I was listening to Radio-Can and it was a show on the state of traffic in South Africa and fights between taxis-buses-train- and cars between Pretoria and Jo'burg. It made me think of you and whether you've been stuck in it and if you were getting to a game soon, but now I realize that the games have not actually really begun *though they are today*, and you are actually traveling...
ReplyDeleteSay Hello to AFRICA for me and kiss the land every chance you get.