CHAPEL AT CAMP LUKA UNDER CONSTRUCTION.

Progress on the Camp Luka Chapel construction. The Construction Principles class internship was conducted here. Students build one of the buildings in the complex.

Camp Luka Chapel

Camp Luka Chapel under construction.

Workers at the gate during the "pause".

Junior Diazola, graduate of the Construction Principles course, now a hired worker on the Chapel.

SPRING CAPTURE CLOSING CEREMONY

On our way to the Spring capture ceremony we encountered these children with their homemade bird cage, constructed of foam cutouts and wire.

Kids with homemade wheel toys.

On our way to the Spring.

Descending into the gully on the path which is lined with sand bags to defend against erosion. These paths can be treacherous, filled with refuse, bamboo stakes in the ground to hold bags in place and assorted discards.

Almost there, the spring visible in the distance.

Adrian and Sue conversing. He is the head of the NGO that did the work, and a counselor in the Stake Presidency that covers the area.

We are always the object of curiosity. The awnings in the background shelter the dignitaries invited to the closing.

View across the Spring enclosure, four of the feeder pipes, and newly planted grass in neat rows in the soil inside the capture wall. Notice glass on the outlet structure and tops of all the walls to prevent children from walking on them.

Sister moon mobbed by the children.

In the fresh water outlet enclosure with the translator whose name, Dieu, means God.

Sister Moon descending the stairs into the water outlet area.

Eight outlets from the free flowing spring. The water is captured in a concrete reservoir, buried above the enclosure and sealed to preserve water purity, then fed through the pipes into the area where the water is collected into bidons, which are five gallon jugs or into buckets.

Moons and Adrien entering the enclosure.

Elder Moon and Adrien.

Sign acknowledging the organizations responsible for the project.

Attendees.

Attendees on the other side.

Onlookers from the surrounding community.

Curious children. Their chatter filled the gully with noise so it was very hard to hear the speeches.

The media reporter interviewing Sister Moon.

The Site Monitor and master of ceremonies on the left, and the PA system.

Russell Mbaya and Adrien one of his counselors and the head of the NGO that designed and oversaw the installation.

These men are assigned to oversee the site maintenance.

President Mbaya addressing the audience. He spoke about the importance of pure water for the body and the living water of the Gospel.

A big little girl with an attitude and big hair extensions.

Getting ready for the libation to dedicate the project. Originally an offering of palm wine was made, but now it is orange pop.

First a mouth full of pop is spewed into the water.

Then a glass is poured out.

The ribbon is cut.

Participants drink from the spring water.

The first woman to fill her bidon.

Then a rush to draw water by the patient observers who have gathered during the ceremony.

The procession of water drawers goes on in an orderly manner, mostly.

This source is heavily used. Rules forbid washing clothes or bodies in the water enclosure. They may do that outside the enclosure if they choose, or at their homes.

This little one joined the crowd.

Everyone carries, old and young, and with child. 

How they carry the open pans without sloshing is a mystery to me. This woman topped hers off with a bucket once she had lifted it onto her head.

Panorama of finished project.

Some enterprising vendors showed up with their goods for sale.

Kids are everywhere.

As we drove out of the community, through the truck window, the casket in the wood worker's yard caught my eye.

SOUTH AFRICA AND MISCELLANEOUS

Gardening with the machete at GB, S&I Building.

First scratches on the truck, known in the DRC as a "Jeep", anything resembling a truck is so named. In South Africa it is a Bakkie. A taxi crowded in on my right where cars rush to crowd three or four abreast into a single lane at a major intersection. No dents, just a little marking on the plastic part of the front bumper--annoying.

Relief Society mid-week activity night. Most of the African members arrived later.

My carob nut cluster in the butter dish lid I used for a mold.

Carob nut cluster cut for dessert.

Palm frond broom commonly used to sweep leaves daily in parking lots.

Our parking slot at the apartment, 3A

Another shoe photo. These were worn by a young priesthood holder at the chapel.

Sue getting permed in South Africa.

Couples and Samantha Moyo from Zambia, at dinner in the Sunnyside Hotel restaurant. We always ate the buffet, except Friday night the hotel was empty so we had to order from the menu. Kyles on the left, Murdocks, Samantha, Bybees.

Heading into the Moyo restaurant.

At the entrance to nice restaurants we sometimes see little shops selling souvenirs and furnishings.

Art in the gardens surrounding Moyo Restaurant.

Entrance to Moyo Restaurant.

At table.

Trio of harmonizing singers. They were very good. I took video.

A bowl and pitcher for hand washing before the meal.

Hors d'oeuvres, some kind of bread, and table setting.

The knife, a real weapon, provided for the meat, in my case Kudu.

Sean at the head of the table.

Face painting for the ladies who wish it.

Finished design.

Samantha kept hers on for two days.

Kudu, mashed potatoes in a cup, and veggies, a bit rare.

Great chef's salad.

Rack of lamb and veggies with potatoes for Sue.

A lovely Iris among Fern in the hotel garden.

Elder Kyle. Notice right side steering wheel. They drive on the left side of the road in SA.

Class room. The national director Darryl, from Angola background, right, 

The Mandela Bridge, and the Piki Tup store. Get it? The store name. Say it out loud.

Downtown Joburg.

Reflection.

Samantha and her son who lives in Joburg.

Goodies in the monthly open air market outside of Joburg, near Sean's home, mostly Afrikaners selling up-scale goods.

Young vendor selling cakes.

The olive and condiment vendor. Wish we could have taken some back to Kinshasa.

Home made salad dressings, very tasty.

Murdocks PA in the Joburg offices, and Olsens who are MLS at Lesotho.

Traditonal Dutch apple pie. Yes, we ate some.

Art, not my favorite, but not bad.

Rasta from whom Sue bought her elephant hide purse.

This is the art I would hang on the wall over the couch in the living room as a memento of Africa.

Another art work by the same artist.

Masks anyone? These are modern. The old ones are often ghoulish.

Table cloths.

Jewelry of all sorts.

Sue bought a skirt. The vendor was a widow who had a sad tale of rags to riches to poverty again. Nice lady.

The vendor telling her story to Sue and Sean.  She sews the clothing.

Mosque on the road back to Joburg.

Elder Murdock demonstrating his whip he bought from a roadside vendor. He wore his cowboy boots and jeans for the outing. He's a westerner for sure.

Panorama of the hotel grounds.

Stone sculpture in the garden at the hotel. There are many.

Another stone sculpture.

Our driver to the airport, Abraham, a member.

Home safely. We had the suitcases shrink wrapped at the airport for $6.00 each for security. They have industrial machines that rotate the cases and feed the wrap operated by a wrapper technician. Good to be home. We were carrying purchases for the other couples and supplies for the missionary work.