Bits and pieces

Having got exhausted from proofing plant names in a 4000-species spreadsheet, I figured I could justifiably have time to post something or other on this here blog (at last).

The long weekend was great. I went camping with Eben, Fu, Kambani (they're a Trip) on a farm near Bathurst. We camped in a ravine and went exploring up a valley - we started in rain: and ended up in warm sunshine+clear skies standing abo on a palm tree growing straight out over the water. It made Wild at Heart seem somewhat tame.... :-) The Lord met us after supper at the campfire and we had an [awesome] (new vocab needed) time of praise, prayer and prophecy. It was great to get to know those three guys better - and it's particulary great to see how well Fu's coming on. Makes me stoked! It was also great to be with okes who weren't afraid to get wild and wet even though the weather was testing our faith and wild-heartedness. Ja - Kambani broke a stronghold about cold water, and Eben's core temperature nearly shut down (but was saved by peanuts and raisins). There was 1 m of wors braaied, some excellent wood (possibly some Kameeldoring the Strijdomtjies left at 7 Oatlands - they'll never know...), and all 4 of us squashed into a 3-man tent with a door that doesn't close and no doubt thousands of puffies in the area. Oh, the moon was magnificent. Fortunately it wasn't full (Finding Love that last might actually be falling on a Full Moon next Sat, in which case I must stay indoors that evening and avoid beaches/sea/anywhere romantic otherwise the singel-and-content status might suffer structural damage).

And as I have airtime still, I must say that Tony - my digsmate from the ground floor - is great. He woke me up at 7 am one Sunday and suggested we cycle to Bathurst. Which we nearly did, but alas after 40 km one of the bikes retired injured so we chilled by the pool in the same ravine as above while we waited for the kind-hearted Mike secret-bester to fetch us. Tony is a wild man - not afraid of mud (a sign of true nobility): the lump I threw at him immediately became his garment. And this pool is legendery - it is big. It is huge. It is phenomenal. It has no equal. It is deep (2,43 m). It's now called Fred's pool because Fred is so kif. One day Fred will hopefully see it. It was discovered by myself and Mike Secret-Bester on a pre-previous adventure that resulted in tick bites (this weekend gave me several more - occupational hazard).

Have a goodie!
Ralph