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Travelling Light...

Southward bound..but not too far!!

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Travelling with Audrey and Pearl...

To see us when we set off from home on an Avan Adventure, you would be hard-pressed to call us the Travelling Light Team. What with a big 4WD (Pearl the Pajero) full of stuff and dragging our small but packed van (Audrey), we feel quite cluttered. However, compared with so many of our fellow Grey Nomads, we are positively minimalists! We are delighted with this manageable little home on wheels. This is our fifth trip and, so far, there have been no mishaps. Unlike our first four trips where we managed to break our jockey wheel, flatten our car battery, almost lose the van coming down Cunningham’s Gap and had several scares with backing... caravanning is not all sundowners and sitting around a camp fire you know!!

Travelling with Furry Friends..

We’ve decided that travelling with a hairy sooky old dog and a fluffy timid but bossy cat is akin to travelling with either small children or elderly relatives. All groups have specific and intensive needs. We are happy to fulfil all of their needs of course but it means that Jen & I rarely do anything at the same time unless the activity is pet-friendly! Gracie is really a breeze. She is happy to disappear into a dark hole in the Avan if we are stationary and only comes out at night to circle the tiny van many times as she considers all the sights and sounds through the windows. Muffie is a serial sook and frets if we are out of sight for more than 30 seconds... catering for her is a full-time job but we love them both.
We are excited to report that, here in Coastal Northern NSW, there is a chain of Caravan Parks that are dog-friendly (we never mention the cat!) Reflections Parks are scattered all down the coast. You are probably wondering why we are staying in Caravan Parks this trip instead of finding more ‘out of the way’, free or cheap camping sights.. simple answer.. there are none or there are very few near the coast which is what we have been wanting to hug so that we could entice the fish onto our lines. It’s great though to see how many people travel with their beloved pets. There are even Dog-Friendly beaches close by these parks as well.

Chasing Fish and catching none..

We hadn’t booked anywhere when we set off south. Our only plan was: Find Pet-Friendly Parks and Find Fish. We have achieved the former at a spectacular spot on the Brunswick River. We only stayed one night because, even though it was idyllic, the main Pacific Highway was less than 150 metres away.. busy road that! Only the pelicans were catching fish there anyway!
Next stop: Shaw’s Bay, Ballina where we were able to enjoy both the enclosed Bay full of mullet (tragically only to be caught in nets) and the mighty Richmond River flowing into the ocean. This was where we made a concerted effort to hook a fish or two.. no luck but a local elderly fisherman took pity on us and gave us his catch one morning: one juicy bream.. a slab each for lunch! We lingered there for 4 nights.
Last Stop: Beloved Byron Bay. Who would have thought there’d be a pet-friendly Park AND beach within eyeshot of the Byron Bay Lighthouse!! The Park borders the Tallow River which flows out onto Tallow Beach, south of the lighthouse where Howard (Jen’s beloved Dad) fished with great success each time they came to Byron in the day. Suffice to say, no fish but a flood of great memories and a howling gale that sent us homeward a day or two early. Gracie was missing her concrete and garden and Muffie’s little legs were worn to a frazzle.. one week on the road.. a record so far with Pearl and Audrey..

Reason for the Title of our Blogs..

When we first reflected on what our muddle of words sent out to our readers should be titled, we came across “Travelling Light”. This was partly because we were trying to pack 6 weeks worth of undies etc into cabin luggage sized bags (remember our time-lapse video of packing.) That was over two years ago when we spent idyllic weeks meandering around France and Italy.
We really were thinking beyond the Practical aspect of travel and wanted to reflect on how we operate Environmentally and Spiritually.. it takes some discipline to move beyond the everyday but we try..


I, personally, have been accused many times in my lengthening life of being a ‘scatter-brain’ (the first person to Have this revelation was my Year 3 Teacher, Mrs Eileen Mallett, a very astute older teacher who had trouble keeping her eyes open all day.. she even had the gaul to pass this observation onto my Mum who happened to be a life-long friend!) It has, however, usually been used as an endearment (I think!) This unfortunate characteristic means that stilling the mind, and therefore, the heart and soul can be quite tricky. But, I am convinced that, to truly and deeply connect with God and all of His glorious creation, one must learn to ‘be held’ not just ‘to hold’. To be ‘enchanted’ is switching gears from labelling, describing, planning, organising to just ‘being’.
Jen is a ‘different kettle of fish’. Her mother’s observations of her from a very early age (birth maybe) was that she was Vague. When I first met Jen all of 34 years ago I marvelled that she could spend extended amounts of time not talking. I would often say to her ‘a penny for your thoughts’. She became quite concerned that she wasn’t thinking anything! How could that be?? I think Jen is more able to allow and to taste the awe and wonder of life because she can stop and Behold! She perfectly connects with God’s creation through her gift of photography.

What have we done and how can we fix it?

One of the advantages and challenges of this retired life is that we have more time to consider not only the world within but also the world around. What a shambles we are in through our desire to make it all easy, fast and time-saving. Remember how excited we all were when cling wrap was introduced to the world..’What did we do before Glad!’ it has occurred to me that, over my lifetime we have gone from very little packaging, throw-away plastics, non-returnable bottles to dumps full of anything and everything.. we truly are a ‘throwaway society’.

We rather liked the pointed labels on the bins around Byron Bay... when we throw something into a General Refuse Bin it simply and sadly becomes Landfill.. how many more acres of rubbish can this planet sustain?

Jen was reading the other day about a family who have committed to having nothing in their General Refuse bin each week. When we examine what’s in ours it’s all packaging from whatever we buy.. it’s a challenge. I’m sure you have some good ideas.. would love to hear some.. we are using homemade wax cloth wraps instead of Glad Wrap for starters as well as trying to remember to take our Keep Cups with us when we leave home in case the desperate need for a coffee hits us as it seems to have hit most Australians judging by the number of Coffee Nooks there are about.


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Meet Audrey & Pearl and the Travelling Girls..

We dare not tell the unabridged tales of an Avan, a Pajero, a cat, a dog and two ‘ladies’ (too mature to be ‘girls’ maybe!!)

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This is a two cuppa and a piece of cake length epistle, be warned..

The dream was always there...

They say there’s a ‘seven year itch’... not absolutely sure how scientific or relevant that statement is for Jen & I but we have had a sort of ‘six year itch’ but the dream has lasted much longer. The wonder of life ‘on the open road’ as Toad of Toad Hall gleefully suggests, has permeated our lives ever since our first camping trip south together in 1985 and the numerous rough camping holidays we had with my Dad and countless friends to Fraser Island as well as our adventures overseas.

A Superb Design... but!!

About six years ago though, we got serious.. motor home, camper trailer, campavan, tent, nothing and stay in the comfort of motels?? A very tricky decision! We thought we’d ‘hit the jackpot’ with the discovery of the Gidget Teardrop Retro Camper Van: made in Brisbane by a fledgling company who had thought it all through... except how to run a business. After about a two year wait, we decided to ‘pull the plug’ and ask for our deposit back. This took about 6 months but we were one of the fortunate ones. While we were in Africa this year we had word that the company had gone into receivership, many lost all their money and the Director was up on fraud charges.. sad because they were clever, creative, innovative people but with no head for business.

Plan B

This experience burnt us a bit so we decided to go simple and bought a ‘30 second tent’ with all the do-dads to go with it: A Waeco fridge, porta-loo, outdoor shower, self-inflating mattress, camping equipment that fitted perfectly into our little ASX and away we went. Could I just make it clear here that the ‘30 second’ aspect of the tent was, for us, struggling to get it off the top of the car and then it was a mere 30 minutes before we could put the kettle on and sit down!! This joyous experience took us around Queensland twice and away for short breaks a couple of times too.
Our minds were always ticking over about our best options.. we have to consider our age (not to put too fine a point on it but I now receive the Aged Pension), our gender (not putting too much importance on that except when it comes to chopping wood, backing a caravan, breakdowns or replacing a tyre) and our interests (we just want to get out of the ‘big smoke’ as often and as easily as possible and ‘hit the road’)!


SO, after much deliberation, we ordered an A’van in October last year, delayed delivery until after our trip to Africa and now own a brand, spanking new little beauty!! Did I say we also had to upgrade our car to a Pajero to be able to tow the thing!! Meet ‘Audrey the A’Van and ‘Pearl the Pajero’!! The pictures should tell the story. It is just about perfect for what we want: hot and cold running water, custom-made outdoor shower, solar panel, a/c when plugged into power, two inner-spring mattresses, heaps of storage, almost room for a pony (but we decided just to bring the cat and the dog!!)

... Like a sore thumb!!

Having a brand new van parked up on Network Drive has caused quite a fuss in our street. Most of our neighbours have had the grand tour and Chris and Jo across the road went out of their way to try to help us get Audrey down our drive. This, however, proved impossible. Our gutter is too steep and the hump is too high for her to get down. Some adjustments will solve the problem (we hope!) Our next door neighbour, Paul (bless his cotton socks) was next to try to position the van and miraculously got Audrey all the way down our drive. This was very stressful for both Jen & I because we kept envisaging the van sitting comfortably in our Studio. We waited until no one was home in our little caring community before we attempted to drive her out of the driveway. Well, what a hideous task.. we eventually made it with only a small scratch on the car, some minor divots in the grass and having only aged a couple of years. NEVER again will Audrey experience the joy of sheltering in our driveway! We have had numerous offers of a safe haven for her. The most handy and generous was our new neighbour on the other side to Paul of ‘bless his cotton socks’ variety. Lynda has only lived beside us for a few months but we have already become firm friends and, now Audrey is parked in her backyard whenever we are not ‘on the road’! This is not without it’s dramas as Lynda’s gate is about 4 centimetres wider than our van hence Paul is still called on to back Audrey in.. told you it was a “two cuppa and a piece of cake” epistle!!

Practice Runs..

Our ‘Maiden Voyage’ took us via Teddy’s place at Corinda. We wanted to surprise him on the day of his 5th birthday (he’d already had his LEGO Party!) He pressed every button he could find and approved of the design so we set off down the highway with great confidence... to Darlington on the Albert River. Ah! The serenity! We found a grassy spot right on the river and set up in no time. The babbling brook, the ducks, the birds, the cows, the flies!
We’ve got to say we were ‘scraping the bottom of the barrel’ to find much that wasn’t perfect with the A’van. The business has been going for over 40 years so you wouldn’t believe the details that they have attended to. Most of the issues we encountered on our first run were because of our inexperience.
Our second adventure took us north to Neurum Creek just outside of Woodford. All was fine and dandy until we stopped in Woodford on our way home and couldn’t start the car again. We had drained the battery somehow.. still unclear how we did it but we were saved by a very kind man also called Paul who stepped up to the challenge and got us on our way again.. God bless all the Paul’s in the world!!
We seem to end up beside water wherever we take Audrey for a spin... here we are on our third voyage.. this time to the coldest place in Queensland, Stanthorpe. We are set up beside the drought-affected Severn River and have the company of a plethora of birds and not another camper in sight!! Now, you’d think we would have everything sorted by now but we have to confess a couple of embarrassing issues. 1. We couldn’t unhitch the van from the car (Russell was the man for the job with that little matter!) 2. Miraculously, we have managed to break off the handle on our jockey wheel (our trusty shifting spanned has saved the day with that matter!) Camping with Audrey has it’s dramas!!
PLEASE NOTE: There are no embarrassing photos of these calamities.. we were far too busy panicking!!

But are we “Travelling Light”??

There are two meanings to the Title of our Blog Page.. the first is all about the weight! Well, we have totally failed on that count with Audrey. But, compared to most vans, she is of the smaller variety with no room for anything like a pony but our two disgusted, anxious pets have just enough room to move! It’s amazing what you can fit in all the books and crannies!!
The second meaning has always been about something far deeper and we can both attest to the inexplicable lift that we felt as we gazed at the beauty all around us and our souls drank it in, refreshing us as we travel this life in the Light of God’s loving presence.

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Two years on from our Pilrimage... We WILL remember them

Our experience of the Western Front

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Then came the battlefields... We are a bit long-winded with the description of these days but we can assure you those men deserve some of our time to reflect..
Saturday 3/4/16
The Somme:

100 years on from the battle at Poziers and we walked in the fields of heavy clay and knew we were walking on Sacred ground.. Just in that field alone, all ploughed up ready for planting the Summer crop, 2000 + young Australian men (all full of hope for a future, all loved deeply by their mums, dads, brothers, sisters, all there because they wanted adventure).. died. Many bodies never recovered, the bones still surfacing at times through the mud. We picked up the shrapnel that tore their bodies apart, we found bits of metal from the guns they were carrying. One of the braved Aussie soldiers of World War 1, Albert Jacko VC, fought on these fields.
It was at this spot too that we met two old Frenchmen doing the same pilgrimage as we were. When our Australian guide told them we had come so far to pay our respects their eyes filled up and one said 'these men came to fight on our land for us, thank you!' We felt a deep connection that echoed over these killing fields. One of them produced a small white piece of chalk from a quarry near by and gave it to us.. A touching gift when you know the ultimate gift of lives was given by our forefathers so many years ago.

The day got bleaker and colder, a symbol of the crazy war that was waged in this small area of rolling hills called The Somme. Our guide told us the whole story as we drove from one war cemetery, one memorial to the next. We could 'see' the main points of conflict because the area in which so many died was only about 5 kms at the most!!

Some of the most deeply affecting insights not only about the battles fought in the Somme but at Gallipoli and in Flanders battlefields was the Incompetence of British Generals. They were all from the British Upper class and seemed without any common sense, humility or compassion at all. Some of the most decorated Generals were the direct cause of the loss of immense casualties, not just Australians. They had no thought for each of these men as human beings who had a family who loved them and wanted them home.

Another remarkable insight was the brilliance of one of Australia's Generals: General Sir John Monash (who was the only man knighted on the fields of battle in France during WW1). After the incompetence and bloody minded of the British Generals, Monash demonstrated real intelligence and was instrumental in winning the Battle at Le Hamel for the Allies by a change of tactics and manoeuvres. The fact that he was of German Jewish heritage made him unpopular with some but our guide, Phil, regards him as a war hero of titanic proportions!
Jen's reflection: The mud, the cold, the shitty mud. (But it was worse in Flanders Fields in The Belgium front which we were also to experience!
A piece of useless information: the great author, Tolkien (Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit) fought in the Somme but was diagnosed with trench fever in 1917 and went home to write.

Another thing: the only German tank left in existence is in the Qld Museum in Brisbane. It was dug out of the mud by Australian soldiers and it was brought home as a souvenir.. A mighty big one..

Sunday 3/4/16

Fromelles, Ypres, Flanders Fields

If only all Australians could see what we saw in these fields.. Not to glorify war but to realise the immense loss of life for what result? Scattered over this relatively small area again are the remains of hundreds of thousands of young men, all just doing their duty for their King or Kaiser.
Our first stop today was a German cemetery where 45 000 young men lie, one of them an Alfred Daegon who could well be one of my ancestors from my grandfather's side who arrived in Australia late in the 1880s as Dagan from then Prussia.

One of the most startling things about these fields is that you can't drive far without finding another cemetery.. Then another.. Then another.. Then there are memorials everywhere as well with row upon row of names of the dead listed, then there are lists of men who were never found in each of the centres of battle Fromelles, Ypres, Passendale.. We could not take it all in.

We went to the Fromelles Pheasant Wood Cemetery (the newest Australian cemetery only established in 2009) for the 250 young men just found in one of the 8 mass graves where Germans had no where else to put all the dead Australians around them. Here we found the grave of Harry Croker born in Taree. Our dear friend, Elizabeth's father's name. Maybe a great Uncle only found after 94 years. When we get wi-fi, we'll see what Elizabeth can find out.

These blokes died in 'the worst 24 hours in Australia's history' (19/20 July 1916)... 5 533 Aussies, 1 547 Brits and 1 653 Germans died in a few hours.
In the midst of all the darkness, there were and always is, 'light'. An example of that is depicted on an iconic bronze statue. It's called 'Cobbers' and it honours just one of the courageous Aussies who looked after each other during this mad war. Sergeant Simon Fraser risked his life not once but over 40 times to go out into the no-man's land at Fromelles and carry back injured soldiers.

We were still to reach the fields of Messines where my great Uncle William Power (my birth grand mother's brother) fought with the 42nd Battalion and Passendale, where Jen's grandfather(Howard's father) distinguished himself when he stood exposed to German guns to identify where the allied gunners shells were landing and to redirect where necessary. He was presented with the Military Medal for Bravery by the Aussie General Hobbs. We looked out on those fields with great pride and great sadness.

We thought we'd seen it all but one of our last stops before the sun went down was the largest military cemetery in the world: Tyne Cot. Too many almost to count but each one recognised by a cross.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

We went onto Ypres, a walled city devastated by war, to stand with 100s of others at 8pm for the four buglers to play the Last Post at the Menen Gate.. The gate of the city through which every allied soldier marched to the rest of the battlefields.. The last Post has been played at that point every night of the year since 1917.... We will remember these days and these stories of courage, sacrifice and madness for the rest of our lives.
A couple of good movies to see about this time in particular are: Hill 60, Passendale, All Quiet on the Western Front and the series 'Lost in Flanders'.
And if you've made it this far with this blog, you deserve another serve of this reminder:

'The Life-light blazed out of darkness
And the darkness could not put it out!' John 1:5

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Some insights into a rare island..

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The Exotic..

I am not sure why but there has always been something in my mind about the word ‘Zanzibar’ that conjures up the exotic.. must have been a story in a school reader. It IS exotic with a fascinating mix of Arabic, Indian, Persian and Swahili cultures, colourful spices being sold on every stall, hot and steamy alleys with huge wooden doors, magnificent blue water glistening, countless tiny stalls in walls peddling the same souvenirs and the sound of scooters, bikes and the call to worship ringing in our ears.

Not so exotic..

There is another side to Zanzibar that is not so exotic. It’s the tragic history that this tropical island carries with it. Because of it’s strategic position in the Indian Ocean, it has been the subject of great interest by many invading cultures. The one that has had the most lasting effect is the Arabic nation of Oman whose Sultans decided this was a great place to have their seat of power and their palaces. Trouble was that the slave trade began during this time and was encouraged by these folk. Many thousands of innocent, terrified African men, women and children were savagely torn from their simple villages and chained to each other for a walk that sometimes took years to get to the coast. They were then bundled into dhows to be shipped to Zanzibar ready for trade. Many died of starvation and cruelty and were left to rot. A savage time which was halted from 1873 thanks to people like Dr David Livingstone and William Wilberforce who advocated for the slaves. A Christian Cathedral now stands on the spot where so many were sold off. The tragedy is that there are more people kept in some form of slavery today than any time in history... hard to believe and more subtle than these open slave markets.. but true.

Another insight

It’s also the rubbish. It strikes you as soon as you walk off the plane and into the car park and it stays with you. Last time we were here for Michelle and Anthony’s wedding in 2006, we were aghast at the blue plastic bags everywhere. The government has now banned the use of plastic bags for shopping but the island is NOW covered in clear plastic bottles of all sizes... time to fix the tap water filtration and ban the bottle. We have heard rumours that this Tanzanian Government is on the move with this as well... should be a world-wide ban!


When we were checking the menu for the evening meal, I noticed ‘prawns’ among the Mains. I asked, where do the prawns come from? She replied, The ocean!! And she pointed. She must have thought I was a real dill.. I realised at that moment that we were on Zanzibar not in Wynnum Plaza Woolworths checking the origin of the item!

Other snippets..

Chill,man!!We think that, if possible, Zanzibarians are more laid back than any culture we have encountered..there’s no intent in anything they do.. Hakuna Matata!
There is no such thing as a quick meal.. or quick service.. or quick response to a question.. or a quick anything.. being on the equator could have something to do with it..

Sharing the joy.. Swimming in the ocean on the east coast of Zanzibar is like having a warm bath with the added excitement of seaweed and crabs...
Language development..We have found a language (other than English) that we are capable of communicating in.. we are rubbish at Kiswahili but every cat understands and answers us... we think the language is called Meow!!
Where in the world is that?We have often been mistaken when locals ask us where we are from, for Austrians rather than Australians.. Vienna? One very knowledgeable young bloke asked. So we have resorted to the standard reply, Australia, Kangaroo! With the appropriate actions!!

Reminder..It’s hard to comprehend but we have been living in a country for the last 5 weeks where the average daily wage for a worker is not much more than a cup of coffee in Australia.

The vast divideTipping is a common practice here but is not compulsory. We gave a small tip to our housekeeper before we left Jimbiani and the idyllic setting looking out over the Indian Ocean (TSH 10000 = about $5.00). It was humbling to see the joy in her face. It is more than a day’s wage for her and will mean a bonus that will feed her family for days..

Zanzibar brought back great memories of the celebrations in 2006 of Anthony and Michelle’s wedding. It was great to walk the same streets again and feel the diversity and humanity of such a unique place. Today we fly homeward!!

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Every creature has it’s story to tell..

You can’t help wonder what happened to the human race when you spend some time in the natural habitat of so much wildlife and learn about the way they all know their position in the world and just get on with it without fuss and bother..

The trip from Arusha to the new luxury camp (and we MEAN luxury) in the Eastern Serengeti NP is about 9 hours if you don’t stop for a breather on the way. We took off in the safari vehicle which looked more like a sardine can last Friday after Rami had finished school. The count was eight humans, about 50 cushions, several boxes of alcohol, 8 handmade wooden trays, an umbrella stand, luggage for each of us and, of course, some snacks for the 3 hour journey to a beautiful haven in the hills called Plantation Lodge. Stunning!

Saturday, we drove the rest of the way over the dustiest, bumpiest track in the world. We were so well packed in though that we hardly noticed the ‘African Massage’ but we did notice the dust!! The Maasai folk and the wildlife along the way kept us all awake! It was so worth it to arrive at Ehlane Plains Luxury Camp. What an incredible job the team had done in less than 4 weeks: wooden floors, plush furnishings, solar lights and hot running water, white sheets and towels, fantastic a la carte meals in the dining room and even ice for our drinks... a miracle and a lasting tribute to Donna’s dear Nas whose dream this was.

After a few days of being totally spoilt, we farewelled Donna and family who had to return to Arusha for business. The staff at Ehlane Plains made us all cry as they farewelled us with a traditional song and dance... we even had some acrobatics! We headed over to another one of Donna’s permanent camps in the centre of the Serengeti called Naona Moru. We had the BEST two young guides to drive us, Henry and Frank. What great blokes.. nothing was too much for them.. we stopped for every bird and moving thing we saw.. Hakuna Matata! The staff were exceptional at the camp.. there were only 4 guests so we were indulged! Jen got to work and taught the Chef and the Manager very well while I relaxed and thought positive thoughts,, it worked! They get the new online program.. hooray!!

Next stop: Kaskaz Camp in the far north of the Serengeti. We drove for 8 hours at incredible speeds over a rough, rutty road to get to this haven in lush, green pastures where every creature has enough feed for years to come... Was it worth the dust, the bone adjustments, the wind burn? Every bit of it.. Kaskaz Camp has the best outlook of any of the camp we saw this trip...a buffalo herd grazing, topis looking lost, impala chasing themselves, zebra being cool.. what a place to call home for a couple of nights! Jen got to work again and taught the program to the Chef and the manager.. they learnt quickly and the internet behaved.. bonus!! We were joined on our second day there by four highly regarded South African Travel Journalists who were invited by the company to critique tha Nasikia camps and to hear the story behind Maasai Wanderings and Nasikia Camps... especially Ehlane.. but they started at Kaskaz.. They were great company and we loved the insight they shared about the life they are priviged to lead...

We are delighted to be roaming the Serengeti Plains again after nearly four years. We are always intrigued by the stories our guides tell us about the inate behaviours of these abundant African animals.

Here’s some Wildlife Wisdom

Simba: The Lion: Patience, patience then Grab the Opportunity
Twiga: The Giraffe: (my favourite of all these wonderful creatures): Reach for the highest branches and don’t let the prickles get you down
Pundamelia :The Zebra: Always watch your mates’ back and be yourself (Not one other is like you!)
Kiboko: The Hippo: Stay cool even if it means covering yourself in mud to achieve it!
Tempo: The Elephant: Don’t let weight or size stop you achieving your goals: just go for it! (Elephants travel for kilometres every day to find the right grasses and they eat 300 kgs per day... not recommended!)
Fisi: Hyena: Everyone is beautiful in their own way (Hyenas clean up after every kill.. not necessarily recommended!)
Paa: Impala If someone is willing to scratch your back, return the favour (Impalas have teeth like a comb and they tidy each other up.. not necessarily recommended, especially with your teeth!)

Ndebele: All God’s collection of Birds: Sing joyfully all day, then give everyone a rest including yourself!

Next Stop: Zanzibar but first a ‘light’ thought,,

We saw this rainbow as we flew back to Arusha yesterday over the mountain range that took Nas, Shatri and Star’s lives. It was a moving reminder that God’s love will always shine through, His covenant of favour is eternal!

I have placed a rainbow in the clouds to remind you of my everlasting covenant (relationship) of love towards you.. Genesis 9:


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