Okay, not the greatest endorsement of a destination. But our budget was limited, and I guess for us, Bloemfontein is "in the neighbourhood". So while yet in Canada I had been pulling the pieces together of a field trip for four Mustard Seed girls who had done especially well in school the previous school year.
With the internet, the world truly is a smaller place, and the big pieces for the trip were mostly in place. Unfortunately, one thing that had not gone well at the Mustard Seed was following the steps needed to apply for passports. The best laid policies and procedures had not been enough for those entrusted with this task, and it appeared that all might be for naught. With the whole trip seemingly imperilled our staff member asked for one more day to get things right, and with commitment and effort from the girls' caregivers they pulled it off. We got the paperwork in, passport photos taken, the girls into the passport office and with a couple days to spare we had their passports. I was again humbled as I witnesses the joy and delight of the girls to gain possession of this important document which opens doors and opportunities for them.
For me the trip began with with our stop at the National Museum, but for the girls it had started the moment we had crossed the border into South Africa. Travel, something I take for granted, - a whole world of new experiene for them. I worried that the girls might find the museum a bit boring but they pored over exhibits and were even taking notes regarding exhibits that related to topics they were studying in school.
After the museum we made our way to our accommodation where the girls chaperone took charge. They got unpacked and settled. Then in very un-Basotho fashion they were into the pool of reasonably clear water, while I was off for a nap.
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| Taking notes. |
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| Most Basotho fear water, not these girls. |
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| One eye to the evening sky. |
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| A meeting with the African serval. |
~ Benno ~
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An "aside" that was part of my trip:
I was out walking at one point during our time in Bloemfontien, and came across a beer container. Beer from a cardboard carton? I imagined it must be an inexpensive, low quality ale targeted to less then well healed customers. The public service announcement on the side of the carton appears to confirm my thoughts.







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