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.